FOKN Bois - "Beatrice" by Akwaaba Music

Produced by <a href="https://twitter.com/djayjuls">DJ Juls</a>

Lyrics:

Beatrice
Get up n dance 4 me. Wow
Did u wear those pants 4 me? Ow
Cancel flight 2 france paris. Now

Fii yor trumu mek i feel d scent
Dis yor body e b heaven sent
U b worth every fokn second spent
2night we go sin moro we go repent
C d way yor toto under foh
Like 3+1, ma sausage in yor sore
U like it just d way i like it ... Raw
Yor inside corr like ripe pawpaw
Yor bobbystand  b vim like dipo yoo
Yor short natural hair dier e dey kill me oh
Tik lips no lipstick u dey lick my stick
Swallow my coti boogers like a blue flick
Gbe yor body i lap yor gbemi juice
If i dey kpemi den u dey kpemi too
No plans at all to jyemi soon
Duna dey like 2 conjoined semi-moons
Very supple, ma shua u suckle
Dey mek i chuckle, yor knees go buckle
Yor twat dey trickle, sake of ma pickle
Like e dey prickle wey yor cell b sickle
Yor inside queer i touch everywer
U no dey fear to cheer make d people hear
Wan pipi 1 million mek u babysit
go 4ce den dey wen wana baby shit

I soft, wan mek i root again den jack yor ass
Yeah. Just like dat mek i hard fast
U say u never ever ever wet so
Ma pistol makes yor toto whistle
U spread yor own cheeks so i can see  clearer
And dig deeper, oh u r so clever

U reach under between fondle ma balls
Giving me more vim to tumble yor walls
Phones vibrating, ignoring all calls
Sweating like fish, u feel ma dick pulse
U clench yor pussy, i feel yor clit throb
U drain ma fluids, 2 d last drop
I start to shrink, u squeeze me out
B4 i blink, am in your mouth
U taste us, i begin to laff
Am ticklish bitch, i dey go bath