Futret - Big Biscotti Bucks lyrics

I'm dunkin' my biscotti in my coffee 'cos you know I am a hottie and it feels so naughty when you touch my mocha body. Do me a favour and savour the flavour of my lips 'cos that taste won't go to waste when it's creepin on your hips. Never stop; bustin' rhymes any time Got this cervine behind my a** is too fine, don’t get left behind When I’m hittin' on your guy, on your stag in the sack, I’ll pick up the slack until his chest touches my back Then we’re ruttin' and buckin' and futtin' and f**in' and every night we’re shut in just like any other guy that I could get myself up in You’re nothin' cos around here you could ask any stag and they'll give you 50 reasons why I got my swag Blue handkerchief in the back of my pants Sir, you’re lookin' like you go for the boys with the antlers I’m in the headlights, shakin' booty left and right You’re in luck, buck-f**er, 'cos I’m here all night Throw those hooves right over my shoulders 'Cos I seen the way you look at me, doefriend, when you smoulder Come here, queer deer, and shake that thing around 'Cos you get me so high that I gotta go down