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Nikki Don't Stop Lyrics

Artist: Low Millions
Album: Ex-Girlfriends

Hotter than a Puerto Rican mama, suckin' on ice in a sauna, hotter than a little cheerleader,
throwin' back cheap tequila, hotter than a stolen rolex, hotter than late night phone sex, hotter than
the back seat of a black jeep on a back street.

Oh Nikki don't stop, love me so good I gotta take a week off, Nikki dont stop, till I'm outta
breath, till I'm red hot Nikki don't stop, give it all you got, Havin' you alone is like livin' a
dream.

Hotter than your swollen lips, your wet fingertips, hotter than your blushing face, pressed against a
pillowcase, hotter than your waistline, moving up and down mine, hotter than you half open, half open.

Oh Nikki don't stop, love me so good I gotta take a week off, Nikki dont stop, till I'm outta
breath, till I'm red hot Nikki don't stop, give it all you got, Havin' you alone is like livin' a
dream.

Your jean skirt on the floor, my T-shirt hangin' on the headboard, don't get up, there's someone at
the door, don't get up, Nikki give me more.
Nikki don't stop, 'til our thighs and our toes cross, Nikki don't stop, 'til I can't breathe, 'til I
can't believe what a superfreak you are, you are

Oh Nikki don't stop, I wanna take the week off, Nikki dont stop, I wanna hit the sweet spot Nikki
don't stop, give it all you got, give it all you got, give it all you got, oh Nikki don't stop, oh
Nikki don't stop, oh Nikki don't stop, oh Nikki don't stop, oh Nikki don't, oh Nikki don't, oh, Nikki
don't, oh Nikki don't.

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