I love it when you wind up your waistline Until the day when you catch a plane flight
With face timing She a say she want to me be her nice things
You make her two matijas shake like twin Thunderclap, earthquake, lightning
Your pussy fat so it ain't tied in With the vibes in
Say she have a man but her waist timing The love start fade like airlining
So every day has the lighting She call me pon face time
With the night