Geordie Kieffer - Swinger lyrics

I like a bad woman
Sweet tooth panna cotta puddin'
Whipped cream on my pecan pie
Codeine in my chocolate tie
Like white can Coca-Cola on my brain
Peanut butter in my oatmeal, I'm game
Two bad bitches on a jet plane
Eating mortadella from a gold tray
Like a young, chopped-up, thoroughbred stud
With a tight ass and a six-pack of ice cold Bud
Get down like a bomb went off
In my bathtub, chokin' on applesauce
Fresh squeezed OJ washin' it down
Ridin' this dick like a rodeo clown
Pumped like a 12-gauge shotgun
Beat fuckin' kicks like a horse, come get some

Ooh, I like your dad
Baby, does that make me bad?
And I dig your mom
She likes it when I sing this song
When I get 'em both together
Baby, that's my perfect weather
When it come right down
I swing both ways, oh yeah, more to go around

I like to lean back like I'm ridin' in a Cadillac
Bucket hat, two black dudes in the back
Four white girls sittin' in my backyard
About to watch all six go super hard
Mean waist, lean face, finger down his throat
Model fool in my pool at the High Note
And when I stop, he gon' bend right over
Break the gear shift in my Range Rover
Ayy, fella got the bottles of red in the cellar
Sangiovese Modelo bardello shots and some Jell-O
Get down on some country-ass moonshine
Eat cake all day, every day my star sign (Think I'm on the X)

Ooh, I like your dad (Think I'm on the Y)
Baby, does that make me bad? (Think I'm on the X)
And I dig your mom (Think I'm on the Y)
She likes it when I sing this song (Think I'm on the X)
When I get 'em both together (Think I'm on the Y)
Baby, that's my perfect weather
When it come right down
I swing both ways, oh yeah, more to go around

Think I'm on the X, think I'm on the Y
Think I'm on the X, think I'm on the Y
Think I'm on the X, think I'm on the Y
Think I'm on the X, think I'm on the Y

Love a good game, hate the game, not the player
Down in Boca, they call me the porno mayor
West NYC, they call me Mr. Naughty
Yo, in East LA, I'm on body karate
Throwin' the nastiest sex parties
If you're a goddamn freak like me, pinky up a tea
Free cheese, raw honey from a bumblebee
Bubble gum, Cuban rum soakin' on your tongue
I'm rippin' off taste buds, come get some

Ooh, I like your dad
Baby, does that make me bad?
And I dig your mom
She likes it when I sing this song
When I get 'em both together
Baby, that's my perfect weather
When it come right down
I swing both ways, oh yeah, more to go around

Think I'm on the X, think I'm on the Y
I swing both ways, oh yeah, more to go around (Think I'm on the X, think I'm on the Y)
Think I'm on the X, think I'm on the Y
I swing both ways, oh yeah, more to go around (Think I'm on the X, think I'm on the Y)
Think I'm on the X, think I'm on the Y
I swing both ways, oh yeah, more to go around (Think I'm on the X, think I'm on the Y)
Think I'm on the X, think I'm on the Y
I swing both ways, oh yeah, more to go around