All of Us June's Diary (Ft. Trina)

[Verse 1]:
Trina
When you stop playing games yeah we coming, we coming
Like a football field loud tucking and dumbing
Kicking up slides and shoes breaking all of the rules
Cause it ain’t no second guessing about who you gon choose
You got the baddest right ‘chea bring the cup june’s wit me
And my momma down to ride and she gotta swing for me
Can’t make these other broads feel they better than
Give em attention now they think they coming to the penthouse
He gon pull up to a house, tell a heffer come out
She had [?] a finger, she was poppin at the mouth
Now you acting you know what I’m talkin bout
I got the pictures, it was all in her mouth
No discussion, no more, it’s nothing
I don’t share my niggas, no weekend, no nothing
No weekend, the weekend

[Verse 2]:
Girl I think I might have found my husband, (we'll see)
It's the beginning and the ending, could be winning
Cause right now he got me blushing, (believe that)
He know how to keep the fire burning
Bitch he buy me roses by the dozen
And when he drop me off, it's no rushing, I love it
Get home and talk all night, yeah
Sex me when I FaceTime, oh