Hot, hot
Hot, hot
Hot, hot
(Brooke Candy)
Hot…
I wanna blackout
I wanna blackout
I wanna blackout
I wanna blackout
I wanna
I wanna
In a drop top, drop my top off for you
And my jaw lock 'cause I tick-tock into
In the backseat, bent-town point-of-view
Boy, bite my neck, give me a new tattoo
Give it to me, daddy, fuck me with your eyes
Give it to me, honey, fuck me 'til I cry
I wanna blackout
I wanna blackout
I wanna blackout
I wanna blackout
I wanna
I wanna
Oh, no
Thirty inches, jet black with a part, bitch
New money in the bank, I'm a star, bitch
Been a diva, see the titties so don't start shit
I got the heat and now you're dearly departed
When he want it he blindfolds me
Then I get sexy on him, get sexy on him
Put the flexin' on him, [?] on him
Put the hexin' on him, then I exit on him
I wanna blackout
I wanna blackout
I wanna blackout
I wanna blackout
He blew my back out
Now I'm going back out
And I'm bumping the track out
I need to blackout
Well, you look so tough with a finger up your butt
In a couple of hours I might have to cut
You're a manly man, this is just for fun
And you take it like a champ, I won't tell anyone
And no telling lies, I can play pretend
Keep your dirty little secret like we're best friends
And if anybody asks "Who's that about?"
"I can't even tell you. Think I blacked out."
I wanna blackout
I wanna blackout
I wanna blackout
I wanna blackout
I wanna blackout
I wanna
I wanna
I wanna blackout
