Amazonian queen Amazonian queen Amazonian queen Could you be what you seem, Amazonian queen
Vines in the ravine Swing down from your throne and bow down to yo queen What a life we chose, nothing but hoes The good ones you fuck between – getting hard to see em Come on Arlene, could you be my vizene I’m in need of your light, could you be my hot beam? Only for a few nights, I ain’t quite what I seem In this city couple times a year, you know what I mean Yea, you know what I mean Bitch, you know what I mean Girl, you know what I mean I don’t move keys but I got room keys All the salty women livin on the sour, no All the sweet ones end up chiefin on my dab of smoke Only evening that’s in question, we was laid up at the Wesson Keep some candles that be scented until it does Fuck you think the towels for? Fuck you think the towels for? Fuck you think the towels for? For the loud, gotta dampen the sound yea Got er deep in the sound, yeaTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
