Clipping. - Hot Fuck No Love (feat. Maxi Wild, Cakes da Killa) lyrics

So, uh, what kinds of stuff are you into?
That's a bit forward, isn't it? Mmm, well
Maybe you could come back to mine if you want
Well, you know
If you want to get really dirty

Finger on the button, that Cold War threat
Finger on the button got that
Lover in a cold sweat
Finger on the button, finger in a butt
Unbutton blouse from bottom up, top off
Pop that drop that like it's hot
Pocket full of that wet wet
Get wet, are you wet, yet? Let that wet get
On him, rim licking likely, like lollipop
Like you naughty, bitch
Don't act like you forgot
Wait, what's your name? What's your sign?
What's your number? What's your type?
Face, about, face it now
Face her in the mirror


Watch that ass go, that ass go
What you let go of that ass fo'
That ass fo'?
Hundred years into makin' nice
How he ain't gon' lick that ass?
Oh shit, he is
Take that finger out and drop
It to the damn floor
Damn, oh, damage to the dental dam
Dentata fine
He like a lot of bite when he grind

Mmm, yeah, I think we should
Get out of here soon, uh huh
I'll bet you're good at that
Aren't you? Look at that pretty mouth
Now, that's just a bit wrong, isn't it?

A bitch like me only fuck with freaks
Wooden paddle on bare cheeks
Side-saddle when I ride the beat
Hot golden showers on white sheets
Deep throatin' with no teeth
Rock a studded collar with a leather leash
Spin cycle, rinse, then repeat
And the Cake's fast, so come get a piece
Thirst trap 'fore I split that
Snapchat to yourself
Get a pic of the dick back
Warm it up, serve it up when I freak that
Fresh palate if you really
Tryin' to eat that
Glory hole, ha, Killa really peep that
Ribbed, feelin' like the scene
From the snapback
Nibble on a nigga, bite back
Sugar cane and Honeycombs every time
A nigga taste that
Bitch, I'm only here to state facts
Check his hands till they grab, grab
Grab for the chitchat
Really wanna come and get that
We can meet up in the telly
If you're ready for a rematch
I'm holstered up, sippin' iced tea
A little amnesia, where's your wifey?
And I got him open, strokin', pricey
Cause to get this hot spot I gotta stay icy
(Oooh) sloppy head all in your backseat
Let me lick your sack while
We're listening to Cassie
You know I'm tryin' to make it nasty
And the niggas that I fuck be
The type that's tryna bash me
Papa thugs tryna smash me
Look, I'm'a make it hot
You a nut on my asscheeks
I'm just playing, y'all, I'm classy
Straight swerve on a nigga if
He really tryna gas me

You know
I do have really pretty feet and maybe
I can just rub them all over you yeah
I couldn't tell that you were that type mhmm

Too hard to hold, ride it
Too wet to touch, don't try it, slide in
Inch by a mile, take it with a smile
Bind to defiling, when you
Say it's child's play, it's
No kids allowed and know this
Their shouts is no match for fists
And this snatch and grab, it's the steel
The seal is too much
You want it, don't touch
Your loving on such and such
And so what is love? It's just frame of mind
And boxed in by sex, it's toxic
The scent is intoxicating and all
The waiting and masturbating
The dick is chafing, where's the lotion?
Wear the thong you like, you in motion
Not too emotional, please, not to worry
You trying to please
No love, not now, hot fuck
Hop down off your high horse
Cock cray, jockey, stopwatch, cock
Bang, jack, he, he suck
You come, these nuts, so numb, so dead
Mo' head, mo' head, mo' head, mo' head
Mo' Moet
Every minute make a motherfucker work for it
Fuck it if another motherfucker's
Hurt for it
Stuck in a concussion but the headboard bang
Better slam that cane like Kane
And he prayin'
For the white sticky licky got him
On a sticky wicket with it
Wishing it was ready wet it up and ride again
And in a minute of intimacy
Go 'head and pull it out
And when you finish
Tell the bitch to get up out of your house

Yeah, don't worry i don't expect you
To call me next week, not after this

Hot fuck! (No love) hot fuck! (No love)