#Nymphomanic - Midas Wright, Mantra, Lauren Tuttle

Run up in this bitch, might just throw a stack

The way that girl is dancing on me, might just blow her back

Throw it back, blow a sack, she just trynna run the trap

Tucking 20 bucks stuck into her g string and her crack

What is that, where its at?

I’ma put you on the map

Like she in the army cuz she got that triple tap

Call her puma suede cause she got a scary cat

Hairy, fat, swear she bad, and I ain’t no scaredy cat

Abundance of substance, but absence of judgement

Let’s go get some more, wonder where the plug went

Unchained, bet you thought you had her cuntained

Tongue rang got me popping off like the gun range

She bouncing, astounding, I think I need counseling

My bro’s in the throes cause she throws every ounce in

Got me on edge, working tools like a mechanic

Hoes, don’t panic, she’s just feeling nymphomanic

I let the feeling grab a hold of me

Now I’m losing all control

Hope like hell youre down to go with me

Cause I’m down to roll

Forget the silly things they told me

Oh, it’s not like I planned it

It’s just that realer things console me

Stealing, feeling, Nymphomanic

Trick so bad, think I should record her

Now she telling everybody like a good reporter

Trynna take my prick, think this chick could be a hoarder

In it like an immigrant, swim across her border

Oh man, these hoes dance with no pants

No hands, she gol-Dan with no man

Romance, for old mans who hold hands

No dance with no bands, it’s no chance

Just wanna see her roll her derrière like dice

Got a pair, While you buggin in her hair, like lice

This cat is feral, you cum a cross like mice

She just wanna get nailed by two thugs like Christ

Awe yeah, it’s the winner of Internet

I ain’t fed her dinner yet because I’m always in her, yeah

Fingers slipping into there, while I whisper in her ear

Hoes don’t panic, he’s just panic feeling nymphomanic

She don’t want her man to see, but I fulfill her fantasy

I’m losing all my sanity for filling all her vanity

Nymphomanic disease, got her puffing the trees

Then she’s hitting knees doing anything I please

Impulsive, compulsive, rhymes got her convulsive

She loves that my dick and my mind is repulsive

She’s sliding down pole and her tushy is pulsing

Then widens frown whole for my gushy expulsion