King August - Latinas Only (feat. King Breeze)

Shit make me wanna do a cha-cha or some shit like that
Arriba
Ay, the type to slide up in it like a DM nigga
I'm exercising in the bedroom with your BM nigga

That's cardio, the party jumping like it's Mario nigga
Tell him we can run the fade just for the cardio nigga
I leave her back broke, no pasanada in my casa
Never fucking with vanilla, gotta have a chocolate mama

Fuck the drama, this ain't theater
I don't even tease her, soon as shawty speakin' Spanish
Use my tongue out just to teach her off tequila
But lately I've been fucking with the Henny

Hoe be talking bout a WAP, bitch I don't listen to no fetty
Tell her bring it to the telly cause my phone don't work
I'ma smoke your ex for tripping cause my cones don't work
Before fucking I tell her wait, I'm taking photos first

She put in work and start to dripping on my polo shirt
Ay pardon me, lil shawty be the hottest thing in the seen
Like 103 with the degrees and three tamales to eat
Shit possibly and honestly, I fall asleep when I'm in it

Wrapping paper on that pussy, let me hit it for Christmas
I be like la-la-la, bitch you made me do the cha-cha-cha
I tell shawty fuck her last nigga
Cause I swear to he a bitch on God

Hoe I'm focus on the blue cheese
Or mozzarella, parmigiano, no ratatouille
I fuck a Jawn pass to my dog, ay
All this hustling gon' pay off

Been working back to back and I ain't never took a day off
Unemployment pay better, is it time for you to lay off
And now your plane's stuck cause we ain't give you room to take off
The beat came on, had me dancing like Arriba

Little shawty got me drunk and now I'm dancing with her tia
Little shawty hella cool, she a fly mamacita
I Hit her with no condom, I was high off the reefer
It was all fun and games but now it's time for me to speed it up

I'm sure she came with you but I promise she finna leave with us
Left money for the Uber, meant to ask you, did I leave enough?
I hit my two step while I rap and now you believe in us
I love the way she do her little salsa, watch her back that ass up

Señorita caliente when she walk right past us
I think my whole jaw dropped, need to pick my mask up
Now somebody lock the doors, it's time to count this cash up

Written by:
August Johnson

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