Pecs Abs Arms
Danceability67%
Energy84%
Acousticness0%
Instrumentalness0%
Speechiness4%
Liveness5%
Valence72%
Tempo128.01 bpm
KeyB-
Time Sig.4
Loudness-9.95 dB
Pecs Abs Arms is a bold fusion of country grit and dance floor pulse, celebrating raw masculine physique and intense sexual endurance. This track is a direct goon/edging anthem (“don’t blow yet, not late enough”), capturing a rugged fantasy while emphasizing control and stamina. Perfect for driving traffic to edging tools.
Lyrics
Pecs, abs, arms, fuck, dont blow yet, not late enough
Edge on beat, seconds tick, thinkin bout what youd do with this dick
Boots in the dust, hips swingin right
Were goin till the morning light
Beer in my hand, hat on my head, eyes on the stud in my bed
Jeans ridin low, heats runnin high, country boy lookin like a midnight ride
Boot heels bang on the hardwood floor, every strokes got me beggin for more
Pecs, abs, arms, fuck, dont blow yet, not late enough
Edge on beat, seconds tick, thinkin bout what youd do with this dick
Boots in the dust, hips swingin right
Were goin till the morning light
Shot of jack, bottle wine, slow grind, keepin perfect time
Hands on rope, saddle up slow, ride this cowboy, let it all go
Crowd gets loud when the beat comes down, but Im holdin back
Cause I love that sound
Boot stomp, clap twice, keep that heat, sweat drips down as our bodies meet
Moonshine burn, hearts both race, boy, Im gonna wreck that face
Pecs, abs, arms, fuck, dont blow yet, not late enough
Edge on beat, seconds tick, thinkin bout what youd do with this dick
Boots in the dust, hips swingin right, were goin till the morning light
Edge on beat, seconds tick, thinkin bout what youd do with this dick
Boots in the dust, hips swingin right
Were goin till the morning light
Beer in my hand, hat on my head, eyes on the stud in my bed
Jeans ridin low, heats runnin high, country boy lookin like a midnight ride
Boot heels bang on the hardwood floor, every strokes got me beggin for more
Pecs, abs, arms, fuck, dont blow yet, not late enough
Edge on beat, seconds tick, thinkin bout what youd do with this dick
Boots in the dust, hips swingin right
Were goin till the morning light
Shot of jack, bottle wine, slow grind, keepin perfect time
Hands on rope, saddle up slow, ride this cowboy, let it all go
Crowd gets loud when the beat comes down, but Im holdin back
Cause I love that sound
Boot stomp, clap twice, keep that heat, sweat drips down as our bodies meet
Moonshine burn, hearts both race, boy, Im gonna wreck that face
Pecs, abs, arms, fuck, dont blow yet, not late enough
Edge on beat, seconds tick, thinkin bout what youd do with this dick
Boots in the dust, hips swingin right, were goin till the morning light