Album Name : Fiebre Tagadá
Release Date : 2009-09-01
Song Duration : 3:46
Picnic Kibun Nalgas Rock
Détente y mirame,
Nalgas rock.
Sientate y acomódate,
Nalgas rock.
Sex, I’ve been waiting for you all day,
Back been busted, creaked, cracked like tool shed.
Who said, we said, believed in the pepper?
Pour a little salt and the skirt getting wetter,
El vino, and a little bit of pisco,
Recipe you need to get a girl a little loca,
Ahh, it’s cheaper than the coca,
Doesn’t hurt your nose, but you blow like bazooka,
Boom. Mother ladies in the room,
Dirty little spoons cream-filled like a full moon.
Shine, shine, shine on my tool bag baby.
Pop that, bop that, drop that tank top,
Lolly-pop, mountain top, stand up, suction cut,
Gun shot, dew drop, red shop, body shop,
Tongue swap, work lot, joy pop, sweat shop.
Détente y mirame,
Nalgas rock.
Sientate y acomódate,
Nalgas rock.
Olivia, let’s get physical,
Open up your Bible, let’s get biblical.
Read between your legs, contradicting messages
Ignored as I give you head,
Soaked toed like a tic-tac,
Tic-tac-toe on your camelid bi-toe,
Both hands full, breaking open chocolate bars,
This is a mating call, don’t have up.
Pop that, bop that, drop that tank top,
Lolly-pop, mountain top, stand up, suction cut,
Gun shot, dew drop, red shop, body shop,
Tongue swap, work lot, joy pop, sweat shop.
For God’s sake turn around.
Wait.
