A 5’3” stallion
Daddy was from Harlem, her momma was Italian
I don’t see the challenge
Of having two girls, you just gotta keep the balance
I told her light that candle
I heard you do yoga, I’m tryna see examples
Yo ass is like a handle
See us on the front page, that’ll be a scandal
Take off this red shirt, then my flannel
I need some head first, then I’mma fuck you in them sandals
Hit the coochie like a dime sack
Ain’t those Gucci, didn’t I buy that?
Close your eyes, go and try that
You only live once and I know I got you soaking wet
Is the liquor store open yet
I need some moet to pour it on yo ass like a paint
Back shots leave the pussy shaking, this my open invitation
In the morning, make my toast with fresh orange juice and turkey bacon, bitch