If you pull up all your dimple, you're busted for farting on your shorts
Motherfucker, I'll be back in you, in a box, skin to skin to
Wine, tell you that time, you boom boom good, tell you them time
Mokko fuck out the door, you suffer bedtime, a bad mannafuck you get inna your head
So you know you love the backers man, dem the type of fuck you want
Push your head inna the jockey and tell me safe you can't boost your love when mokko hot
Mokko fuck you up and he dress up and he knows now what you've asked
A France save you too late, mokko always fast
Mokko one, two, three, four, five, everything good
And I mean I don't wanna fuck your boy