Dripping Bitches

Jamming with my lover man, Joan zee.

He is a good man to me, mostly.

We all have a little sin in us, honestly.

I'm a good woman mostimes, dripping, moisty.

Together, we growing love and getting roller coasty.

Hit the pen and get super toasty. Roast me.

Our traumas fangs strike us again and again.

I think we are both a little insane inside our brain.

Maybe we love the pain. Definitely not the rain.

Dripping is my middle name. [Drip Drip] [ water droplet sound]

Yall all look the same, a plain Jane game.

No claim to fame. Refused to be tamed.

I step up and wreck this game.

For me, being alone is really quite lame.

Aint got no energy for guilt and shame.

Rebel for life, that is my true aim.

This pussy, my Joan Zee boy, will forever hold a claim.

We have always gone against the grain held back by environment's ball and chain.

Too hard to remain sane. Demons ready to be slain and nothing to gain.

Here to learn love's great capacity.

We always hurt each other, what a pity.

He always saying, girl show me that, there, titty.

I let him pet the kitty until he pretty gitty.

When he go out, I give him green, a hundred and fifty.

Tricky bitches be acting shifty.

He better reject those hoe's swiftly. Harshly.

Jamming with my lover, man, Joan Zee.

He's a good man to me, kinda, sorta mostly.

I'm a good woman, Dripping, always keeping it moisty.

Together, we hastily getting very thirsty.

Trust me, we get very thrusty.

Aint go no time for those Tricky bitches, they be looking dusty. Crusty. Musty. Rusty. Trying to text nudys to ya man, they lusty, trust me.