A graphic hip-hop dance song with suggestive tones and imagery.
A self-trained musical mimic from Chicago who currently works out of Orange County, CA, soundtrack's original compositions are designed to make people dance, fa
Story behind the song
Written for an ex-girlfriend about the good times.
Lyrics
DONKEY
written by peter kim
I wanna
SLIP, in your crevasse and TWIST you like medicine
FLIP all that innocence IN-to dirty sentences
I love you ‘cuz I’m a feminist, I begin in
You like I be Genesis, pullin’ out for the Exodus
Part the Red Sea? I’m wreckin’ it. You can drink
Your Red Bull and Goose – me? I’m Effen it, definite-leeey
Beggin’ and tuggin’ while I’m checkin’ the plumbin’ and
After you’re sweatin’ and rubbin’, you fall asleep like it’s nothin’
(Damn) Look how red it is, (damn) feel how wet it is…
That’s what you get, from HANIBL’s war elephant
You got space in that trunk for my trunk? Lemme
Give you the melodious thunk like Thelonious Monk
More taste than a plate, full of Mexican
Kill the alarm, with you, Time is irrelevant
You look good on the arm of a gentleman, why don’t you
Hide in my car, let ‘em call that embezzlement
Chorus:
Get down, girl, get down (gimme that donkey, donkey)
I’ll give you some of my caramel ice cream, but
You’re gonna have to EARN the bright ring
I can tell you like to buy the nice things, the
Higher-priced drinks, and designer-designed strings, but
I ain’t just anybody, you ain’t just anybody
Let’s be erotic in body and spirit, freaky-naughty
I’m not Hispanic, but you got me flowin’ Oye Mami
It’s not salami it’s chorizo goin’ towards your body
I’ll whisper, while you claw the sheets
‘Cuz I missed ya, couldn’t even count the sheep till I could
Kiss ya, make you giggle and talk sweet
‘Cuz sister, I love the way your walls speak
Bite you on the back of the neck, as you twist
Listen to you talk with the opposite two lips
Cover you with diamonds, screw the Cool Whip
Just wear the little skirt like parochial schoolkids
I got a
Love jones, for your body and skin tone
From your earlobes on down to your hip bone
If you wanna talk, just open the flip phone an’ if
You don’t wanna walk, I’ll give you a lift home
We could fly high, no lie, like Jim Jones
We could ride or die, like Eve or the Flintstones
We could try to buy big cars and big homes
Because I love your thighs for bein’ so big-boned, I’ll
Twist you a little bit, tickle you a little bit,
Pick you up a little an’ nibble you for a little bit
Gimme ya name and ya number why don’t you scribble it
So I know what to yell out, when I’m f*** in’ killin’ it
I’ll be ya candlelit dinner, dessert, and nightcap
I like it spicy so I love it when you fight back
Imagine my surprise when I learned you bite back
Gimme that donkey, and I’ll give your ass a nice nap
