Jonny Monsoon - Taste Lyrics

Yea, yea
Aye, aye, aye
I wanna

Moving real fast
Thru the dash
She pop it like that
Gone bring that ass back

I love the way she taste
Ooooooh
On my waist
Barrel to the face
Oooooooh
Yea she face
I love the
I love the way she taste
Taste
The taste
The face
To the face
Shots to the face
She want it
She want it

Got it poppin like a pop rock
Take ya last breathe blow ya socks off
Anything u want she a hot pot
Call her baby girl osh kosh
Ain't nothing as sexy as them overalls
Phone on airplane mode hold my calls
I ain't been picking my phone up
U already know we sliced up like cold cuts
She a baddie
Got me up
We just popped an adde
Fingers on the GPS punching in the addy
Stop by CVS cop 3 for 10
Yea, ima need em all
I can't risk busting thru the 1st one
Top 5 dead or alive
It's a f*cked world we live in
I'm just tryna beat the odds

I go insane

I love the way she taste
Ooooooh
On my waist
Barrel to the face
Oooooooh
Yea she face
I love the
I love the way she taste
Taste
The taste
The face
To the face
Shots to the face
She want it
She want it