Just in time for the wahaliday season, new gospel porn Christian rap by the FOKN Bois, produced by none other than DJ Juls (get schooled here)… happy holidays yo! And if the download button is not showing up on the above player, you can always download the song from this page.
Lyrics:
Beatrice
Get up n dance 4 me. Wow
Did u wear those pants 4 me? Ow
Cancel flight 2 france paris. Now
Fii yor trumu mek i feel d scent
Dis yor body e b heaven sent
U b worth every fokn second spent
2night we go sin moro we go repent
C d way yor toto under foh
Like 3+1, ma sausage in yor sore
U like it just d way i like it … Raw
Yor inside corr like ripe pawpaw
Yor bobbystand b vim like dipo yoo
Yor short natural hair dier e dey kill me oh
Tik lips no lipstick u dey lick my stick
Swallow my coti boogers like a blue flick
Gbe yor body i lap yor gbemi juice
If i dey kpemi den u dey kpemi too
No plans at all to jyemi soon
Duna dey like 2 conjoined semi-moons
Very supple, ma shua u suckle
Dey mek i chuckle, yor knees go buckle
Yor twat dey trickle, sake of ma pickle
Like e dey prickle wey yor cell b sickle
Yor inside queer i touch everywer
U no dey fear to cheer make d people hear
Wan pipi 1 million mek u babysit
go 4ce den dey wen wana baby shit
I soft, wan mek i root again den jack yor ass
Yeah. Just like dat mek i hard fast
U say u never ever ever wet so
Ma pistol makes yor toto whistle
U spread yor own cheeks so i can see clearer
And dig deeper, oh u r so clever
U reach under between fondle ma balls
Giving me more vim to tumble yor walls
Phones vibrating, ignoring all calls
Sweating like fish, u feel ma dick pulse
U clench yor pussy, i feel yor clit throb
U drain ma fluids, 2 d last drop
I start to shrink, u squeeze me out
B4 i blink, am in your mouth
U taste us, i begin to laff
Am ticklish bitch, i dey go bath