The earth trembles when you move
If it’s up to me I give you from Friday to Thursday
There’s nobody who can replace her
If she’s not a ten, she’s a nine point nine
The girl is top, she catches all the drops
Tiny and dangerous like a Glock
She hardly posts stories anymore, much less TikTok
I am her fan, I’m watching everything
All her moves, seeing that ass is an event
Come, f*ck up my feelings
And I’ll buy you an apartment
Hop in with me in the Ferrari, that I have a seat to spare
You’re gonna be mine, I feel it
Even though behind you there have to be two hundred
I’m gonna hit you up with fifteen hundred
I, I do whatever I want
And I’ve also got my own in the wallet
I, I do whatever I want
And I’ve also got my own in the wallet
Nah, how’s that gonna be?
Tell me what I have to do
I’d even give you the passcode to my cell
I wanna eat you like Cell
We can get to know each other
I swear it’ll be a pleasure
They painted those little eyes on you with a brush
Another like you won’t be born again
That ass is exhibition art
If you want I’ll pay a subscription
“Goddess,” that’s your definition
I love you with everything and the blessing
Unique, you don’t have a twin
You deserve to walk the runway
You smoke and your eyes turn like spinel
I wanna score on you and that the vuvuzelas blare
Some think she’s from Venezuela
But she’s from PR, that’s where the fire is
Babe, you’re my saint, I light candles for you
Waiting for you to love me
I, I do whatever I want
And I’ve also got my own in the wallet
I, I do whatever I want
And I’ve also got my own in the wallet