Diana Pop Smoke (Ft. King Combs)
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[Intro: Playa & Pop Smoke]
Cheers to you for givin' me a chance (Oh)
[Chorus: Pop Smoke & Calboy]
Shorty, light-skinned (Woo), tatted, huh, ass fat (Grrt)
I need your number and that's that (That's that, yeah)
I need your number and that's that (Huh, that's that)
Black hair, bob, nice teeth, smile (Yeah)
I like your style, I like your, uh
Shorty, light-skinned (Woo), tatted, huh, ass fat (Grrt)
I need your number and that's that (That's that)
I need your number and that's that (Huh, that's that)
Black hair, bob, nice teeth, smile (Yeah)
I like your style, I like your style
[Verse 1: King Combs]
Baby, we could take it all away
Fast whips, cash trips, ask Chris
Yeah, you know I got it (What you want?)
Bad bitch, mad thick, high fashion
I don't need a stylist, I'm him
Get you there, I could fly you in (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Bad bitches, they be eyein' him (Say what?)
Heard I be with Smoke and them (Skrrt, skrrt)
Shake it (Shake it), talk that shit you was talkin' (Talkin')
Hit it from the back wit' her archin' (Wit' her archin')
Have her leavin' with a limp when she walkin' (When she walkin')
I don't care if she light-skin or dark-skin (I don't care)
Pussy watery, slippery, caution
Had to murder it, put it in a coffin
Chris, I love you, I hear that so often
Cheers to you for givin' me a chance (Oh)
[Chorus: Pop Smoke & Calboy]
Shorty, light-skinned (Woo), tatted, huh, ass fat (Grrt)
I need your number and that's that (That's that, yeah)
I need your number and that's that (Huh, that's that)
Black hair, bob, nice teeth, smile (Yeah)
I like your style, I like your, uh
Shorty, light-skinned (Woo), tatted, huh, ass fat (Grrt)
I need your number and that's that (That's that)
I need your number and that's that (Huh, that's that)
Black hair, bob, nice teeth, smile (Yeah)
I like your style, I like your style
[Verse 1: King Combs]
Baby, we could take it all away
Fast whips, cash trips, ask Chris
Yeah, you know I got it (What you want?)
Bad bitch, mad thick, high fashion
I don't need a stylist, I'm him
Get you there, I could fly you in (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Bad bitches, they be eyein' him (Say what?)
Heard I be with Smoke and them (Skrrt, skrrt)
Shake it (Shake it), talk that shit you was talkin' (Talkin')
Hit it from the back wit' her archin' (Wit' her archin')
Have her leavin' with a limp when she walkin' (When she walkin')
I don't care if she light-skin or dark-skin (I don't care)
Pussy watery, slippery, caution
Had to murder it, put it in a coffin
Chris, I love you, I hear that so often
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