$WAGGOT - CAN'T CALL HIM A KING lyrics

Comatose smoking rock hard in his flop flops Your man's lips locked while youre at home knocked It's kind of a regular thing at night and i hear my phone ring And who could it be, a delusional who*e's king But i can't call him a king right if his throne is my dick like Is he really a man if im inside him again He's certainly not yours, collared on all fours And did you buy his cologne? it's making me wanna bone He used to be so tight when i laid him down But now he's kind of a s*ut, begs one more round And then i tell him to go, i see him start to frown You probably get that a lot, especially when he goes down How ugly do you feel when you see him cringe At the sight of your breasts and then he sticks his tongue in You pretend to moan to make him feel like a man But your body is still, youve done all that you can And he sticks it out when you tell him stick it in He thinks your p**y is gross haha im just saying He says goodbye and you kiss him goodnight Keys in his left hand texting with his right I feel my phone vibrate inside my jeans And so i take them off because he likes a tease I open up a drawer and get the vaseline And a blanket so he doesnt burn his knees And then he's at my door and then he's in my room And then he's on my bed and i'll be on him soon Face down suffocating he's kind of cute My tongue between his legs he turns to red from blue He bites his pillow tight cos i eat him right He moans like you did when youre alone at night And then he feels my dick on the back of his thigh He begs me to f** him quick and i tell him that i might And that he's just a s*ut and then he sort of cries And then i start to f**, he gets cold and sighs And when i'm ready to nut i put him on his back And cum all on his face so he knows he's mine