Hotter than a Puerto Rican momma
Sucking on ice in a sauna
Hotter than a little cheerleader
Throwing 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 don't stop
'Til I'm outta breath
'Til I'm red hot
Nikki don't stop
Give it all you got
Having you alone
Is like living a dream

Hotter than your swollen lips
Your wet fingertips
Hotter than your blushing face
Pressed against a pillow case

Hotter than your waistline
Moving up and down mine
Hotter than you half open
Half open

Your jean skirt on the floor
My t-shirt hanging on the headboard
Don't get up
There's someone at the door
Don't get up
Nikki gimme more

Oh, Nikki don't stop
'Til our thighs, and our toes cross
Nikki don't stop
'Til I can't breath
'Til I can't believe
What a super freak you are, you are

Oh, Nikki don't stop
I wanna take a week off
I wanna hit the sweet spot
Nikki don't stop
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Nikki Don't Stop Lyrics

Low Millions – Nikki Don't Stop Lyrics