Salve a Bahia - Leo Batuke

There's some whores in this house There's some whores in this house There's some whores in this house There's some whores in this house I said, certified freak Seven days a week Wet ass pussy Make that pull-out game weak, woo Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, you fucking with some wet ass pussy Bring a bucket and a mop for this wet ass pussy Give me everything you got for this wet ass pussy Beat it up, baby, catch a charge Extra large and extra hard Put this pussy right in you' face Swipe your nose like a credit card Hop on top, I wanna ride I do a kegel while it's inside Spit in my mouth, look at my eyes This pussy is wet, come take a dive Tie me up like I'm surprised Let's roleplay, I wear a disguise I want you to park that big Mack truck Right in this little garage Make it cream, make me scream Out in public, make a scene I don't cook, I don't clean But let me tell you how I got this ring Gobble me, swallow me, drip down inside of me Quick, jump out 'fore you let it get inside of me I tell him where to put it, never tell him where I'm 'bout to be I run down on him 'fore I have a nigga running me Talk your shit, bite your lip Ask for a car while you ride that dick You really ain't never gotta fuck him for a thang He already made his mind up 'fore he came Now get your boots and your coat for this wet ass pussy He bought a phone just for pictures of this wet ass pussy Pay my tuition just to kiss me on this wet ass pussy Now make it rain if you wanna see some wet ass pussy Look, I need a hard hitter, I need a deep stroker I need a Henny drink, I need a weed smoker Not a garden snake, I need a king cobra With a hook in it, hope it lean over He got some money, then that's where I'm headed Pussy A1, just like his credit (woo) He got a beard, well, I'm tryna wet it I let him taste it, now he diabetic I don't wanna spit, I wanna gulp I wanna gag, I wanna choke I want you to touch that little dangly thing that swing in the back of my throat My head game is fire, punani, Dasani It's going in dry and it's coming out soggy I ride on that thang like the cops is behind me I spit on his mic' and now he tryna sign me, woo Your honor, I'm a freak bitch, handcuffs, leashes Switch my wig, make him feel like he cheating Put him on his knees, give him something to believe in Never lost a fight, but I'm looking for a beating In the food chain, I'm the one that eat ya If he ate my ass, he's a bottomfeeder Big D stand for big demeanor I could make you bust before I ever meet ya If it don't hang, then he can't bang You can't hurt my feelings, but I like pain If he fuck me and ask, "Whose is it?" When I ride the dick, I'ma spell my name, ah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, you fucking with some wet ass pussy Bring a bucket and a mop for this wet ass pussy Give me everything you got for this wet ass pussy Now from the top, make it drop That's some wet ass pussy Now get a bucket and a mop That's some wet ass pussy I'm talking WAP, WAP, WAP That's some wet ass pussy Macaroni in a pot That's some wet ass pussy, uh Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, you fucking with some wet ass pussy Bring a bucket and a mop for this wet ass pussy Give me everything you got for this wet ass pussy Now from the top, make it drop That's some wet ass pussy Now get a bucket and a mop That's some wet ass pussy I'm talking WAP, WAP, WAP That's some wet ass pussy Macaroni in a pot That's some wet ass pussy

"Hey, Mary Show me that riff" "Okay" You get a shiver in the dark It's a raining in the park but meantime South of the river, you stop and you hold everything A band is blowing Dixie, double-four time You feel alright when you hear the music ring Well, now you step inside but you don't see too many faces Coming in out of the rain they hear the jazz go down (down) Competition in other places Oh, but the horns, they blowin' that sound Way on down south Way on down south, London town Check out guitar, George, he knows all the chords Mind he's strictly rhythm, he doesn't want to make them cry or sing They tell an old guitar is all, he can afford When he gets up under the lights to play his thing And Harry doesn't mind if he doesn't make the scene He's got a daytime job, he's doing alright He can play the honky-tonk like anything Savin' it up for Friday night With the sultans We're the sultans of swing Yeah, hell Sultans of swing We're the sultans of swing Sultans of swing We're the sultans of swing Sultans of swing We're the sultans of swing Sultans of swing We're the sultans of swing And then the man, he steps right up to the microphone And says, at last just as the time bell rings Goodnight, now it's time to go home And he makes it fast with one more thing We are the sultans We are the sultans of swing Sultans of swing Sultans of swing