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KID ROCK - Cucci Galore lyrics

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Dont you wanna go down?Come on, come on, come onMy names Cucci, Cucci GaloreMy names Cucci, Cucci GaloreEverybody in the hot tubEverybody want a baby oil back rubDrinkin Champagne from your belly buttonLickin it up like wineEverybody wanna make it with a playmateEverybody wanna drive through the front gateIn a jet black LamborghiniLeopard print fur linedMy names Cucci, Cucci GaloreMy names Cucci, Cucci GaloreDont you wanna go down?Come on, come on, come onMy names Cucci, Cucci GaloreMy names Cucci, Cucci GaloreEverybody wearin edible bikinisEverybody want a chocolate martiniNaomi Campbell on a polar bear rugAfternoon delightHangin out with Hef down in the grottoHeartbreaker farm fresh from OhioProve it to me youre a natural blondeCaught a bunny in a lieMy names Cucci, Cucci GaloreMy names Cucci, Cucci GaloreDont you wanna go down?Come on, come on, come onWhat the dyou say?Go get your clothesHell no, you cant sleep hereHuh, me?They call me Bobby, Bobby ShazamThey call me Bobby, Bobby ShazamThey call me Bobby, Bobby ShazamMy name is Bobby ShazamPamelas here hangin with a douchebagIm sippin on a full fifth of Red StagShort stories and a couple of vialsDetroit city style! Dont you wanna go down?Come on, come on, come onMy names Cucci, Cucci GaloreMy names Cucci, Cucci Galore

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