Baby Brat – Give Me Head In The Backseat

Yeah, I’m a sick fuck
Come and taste me
You think you like a freak
Bitch, I’m crazy
Well, gimme all you got
Like an athlete
Why don’t you give me head?
In the backseat

I only turn sweet
When you taste me
You should eat my ass
Like a pastry
Running through your mind
Like a track meet
So come and give me head
In the backseat

Grab me
Smack me
Choke me up

Bruise me
Break me
If you like me a lot

Tease me at brunch
While wе’re with your mom
Underneath thе table
While you act nonchalant
We’re having conversation
About politics
But all I can think about
Is you rubbing my clit
Get to the car
Put on the breaks
Put on the breaks
Baby put on the breaks
We get to the car
And I can’t wait
I can’t wait
No, I won’t wait

Yeah, I’m a sick fuck
Come and taste me
You think you like a freak
Bitch, I’m crazy
Well, gimme all you got
Like an athlete
Why don’t you give me head?
In the backseat

I only turn sweet
When you taste me
You should eat my ass
Like a pastry
Running through your mind
Like a track meet
So come and give me head
In the backseat

You’ve only known me
For less than a week
But you already told me
That you love me
Well, if you love me badly
Then show it off
Show me how much
While we fuck

Yeah, I’m a sick fuck
Come and taste me
You think you like a freak
Bitch, I’m crazy
Well, gimme all you got
Like an athlete
Why don’t you give me head?
In the backseat

I only turn sweet
When you taste me
You should eat my ass
Like a pastry
Running through your mind
Like a track meet
So come and give me head
In the backseat

Come and give me head
In the backseat

Come and give me head
In the backseat

Come and give me head
In the backseat

Yeah, come and give me head
In the backseat

So, like
Can we get married now?