Yeah...I be on the come up
Neva sleep it’s becomin normal I watch the sun up
Shawty you fine like aged wine you a stunna
Shit my heart beatin like precussion and you the drumma
What a bumma, if I couldn’t get you
But I ain’t gon perspire, no need to sweat you
You wanna do you chica you don’t need no one to let you
soy tranquilo no necisito to stress you
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Author:
asrealastheycome (
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- Category: Love
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