#griphim

[callingallrebels]

Milk This

Trickling down south, just another thing I do

Pickled feet & in ya mouth, is nothing but a right to rule

Trout taste like southern hands, baby saw me, get a clue

Trickling down south, break the tooth, the pallet rules

Milk up, lets put them out, black tooth in place, I get a loose

One time is all your proud dad will want and still you lose

I come from boarding trouts, my scales are shook, times two

My walls up, I carried forth the troubles & then he sued

[callingallrebels]

Licorice

Mind my manners, it’s something I’m not into

Inside my panties, is something you not used to

Sin, siting manners, Mighty Young, she knew too

Too many planners,, maybe it’s time for the new school

Enter the cannister, it’s grits and grinds over your tower

Row back, the hammer, my love is golden, you a mime

Perfect sand and sanders, I’ve pulled him enough times

Exquisite chandlers, she made a tender concubine

Pep ya step, I make a little clap for giggles

Peel off the steps, look up, I made the signal wiggle a little

Eat my pussy, it’s mainly things that come in sense

Rec every hallway, or dick me down with wet drench

Crooked smile, wet teeth, lungs heavy, move ya feet

Or are you afraid of a young tender, between ya knees

Row back some, in ya cuddle, I want your tongue 

Network for fun, ride slowly, till you come