Werewolf کے بول

It’s called taste, get a whiff of it, After shave on my face, after bic-in’ it, She lickin’ it, ’til theres no trace that the dick was in, Thick and thin, then show up at your place then I slid it in, You felt love coming out me, So don’t doubt me, when you’re without me, Cause had a lot of girls, but only one women, So don’t get red when I check under the hood and, She understood that I’m wolf and I gotta prowl, Gotta go out when the moon full, and rock it out, I gotta howl, But I don’t do it loud, I don’t bring it to the house, Like a cat did the mouse, Cause I ain’t a pussy, I’m a werewolf Inherent from my grandaddy, an heirloom Sometimes it skips a generation, That’s why my dad can’t kick the conversation