Lyrics Kit Kat - FnTm

You want me naughty, So I get on my knees
I grab your waist and pull you close, I'm a tease
I lick my lips and then pull you hard on your jeans
A petri dish, so I can catch all your genes
I See the look and all the lust in your eyes
The way my hands go up and down on your thighs
But it's no biggie if you're just hypnotized
I bet you won't expect the end of this ride

Gif Dat
Watch me in motion
Gifted
Gif Dat
Watch me in motion
Gifted
Flip me around
Chain me up, Whip that
Got my hands bounds
Thinking you can hit that
Serve me up, proud
Think That I can't eat that
Break me off, Kit Kat
Flip me around
Chain me up, Whip that
Got my hands bounds
Thinking you can hit that
Serve me up, proud
Think That I can't eat that
Break me off, Kit Kat
Break me off, Kit Kat
Break, Break me off, Kit Kat

I'm praying deep, and yelling hypocrisies
You can't rebuke what you are inside of me
You're vestments tight, I've never felt so Holy
Dispel you're sins and wash them all over me
You'll be the cross that bares on top of my back
Sip from the chalice so your minds not intact
The guilt is otherwise too strong to enact
To preach on Sunday to extract and redact

Gif Dat
Watch me in motion
Gifted
Gif Dat
Watch me in motion
Gifted
Flip me around
Chain me up, Whip that
Got my hands bounds
Thinking you can hit that
Serve me up, proud
Think That I can't eat that
Break me off, Kit Kat
Flip me around
Chain me up, Whip that
Got my hands bounds
Thinking you can hit that
Serve me up, proud
Think That I can't eat that
Break me off, Kit Kat
Break me off, Kit Kat
Break, Break me off, Break me off

I walk up into your chapel
Ask to wash away my sins
With that cross hanging behind you
You almost look heaven sent
I know not to worship idols
But god damned me with your lips
Glistening so sweet like candles
The color of red roses

Bout to blaspheme in bitch
Got me cursing up in this shit
Never knew you'd looked so fine
Acting all holier than tits
Dreaming about milking my shit
Like a prey that wants to be bit
Sitting front row in my church clothes
Bout to rip it up and out in this bitch

I'm so thirsty I might need a Fanta
Give me ghost, make me plead like Amanda
Love it rough
Make my tongue speak
In words I cant speak
Like an alien panda

Bet I can make your pulpit bounce
Call ya Zapp, wanna see every ounce
Cuz it's fat and ya staring it down
Make ya scream and ya shout
With ya tongue hanging out