paroles de chanson Racing Thru Time - Kathy Diamond

Call my cali girl like baby boo
Tell the squad to come thru
Bring the hair curlers, crown royal we can kick this shit like Kung fu
Girl talk and that good weed high heels, hair weeve
Swisher packs be cinomin
Double bundle that indian??
Only thinking about you
Got me feeling kinda freaky so you know what I wanna do
I'm texting you like bae can you come over
Soon as I get you here its going be over
You brought the whip I'm naked on the sofa
Purple monolo heels and about to roll up
And we goin blow it down down
While you put it down
Lipstick on my swisher I'm a light it now
Beat that pussy up I'm talking 12 rounds

Baby won't you come thru
I got all my girls you bring all yo niggas
Now tell me what you wanna do
See you can bring that loud while we roll swisher
And we can get gone, gone gone
And we can get gone, gone gone

A v neck bob or a Grade a
Either way I'm swinging
Sashè long in the front
Flip it back when I roll my blunt
Pretty girl shit, pretty girl thick men still love this southern shit
Tummy stay flat body on fleek, a freak in the sheet but a lady in the streets
Vera Wang fetish, love cuz they love us
Make hoes jealous, more green then lettuce
How about we match up if you're a chief then your a keeper
Body shit roll up boy pass it round

And we goin blow it down, down
While you put it down
Lipstick on my swisher I'm a light it now
Beat that pussy up I'm talking 12 rounds

It's Diamond boo, come thru