Hawk Tuah Girl

Your face is a tap I'm turning it on It's stuck oh f*ck Wait now it's starting to run Puddles on your tongue It's dripping through your teeth Now it's turning me on It's already been a week It's spraying from your mouth See-through green then bloody Clear your throat I need it on my body You're my favourite hobby oddly Let's get romantic open wider I know what makes your man tick I'm a spit critic alive with saliva A drool slobber and phlegm survivor I'm wherever you spat So lick me up on insta give me your at Hawk on a cock then retch up some mucus Froth and lather like Jabba from George Lucas What's the one move in bed that makes 'em go crazy every time? Hawk tuah spit on that thing It's not a crime Hawk tuah spit on that thing It's not a crime Hawk tuah be sick on that thing Hawk tuah drip on that thing Ah you gotta give 'em that hawk tuah spit on that thing You get me? Give me a ring Your sputum your gob and your phlegm Invited all your contacts now our tongue's painting them Give your face a flush Sprinkle some spittle let's turn you to mush Your tongue is a paintbrush Your mouth is a water pistol Come make a splush on my piss tool When she's been a good boy When he's been a good girl When it means the world When it's ten to five When it's five to ten When it's now when it's now When it's then Hawk tuah spit on that thing It's not a crime Hawk tuah be sick on that thing Hawk tuah drip on that thing Ah you gotta give 'em that hawk tuah spit on that thing You get me? Give me a ring You get me? Give me a ring You get me? Give me a ring Your face is a tap I'm turning it on It's stuck oh f*ck Wait now it's starting to run