Diana (Remix) (Feat. King Combs & Calboy)

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: Pop Smoke I ain't gon' lie, I need you Woo Don't let me in it Don't let me in it I might just breed you, look I might just breed you, okay She said she wanna be a teacher Damn, in my head, she would look good as a teacher Teacher She would look good as a teacher Teacher, uh Treat her with Balenciaga sneakers Oh Please her, baby, let me eat you Home run, home run like Jeter Jeter Don't make me catch you cheatin', beat her Bad boy RIP Capo, pull up in Tahoe She said, Oh, her brother's Wooin' Woo She said she's seen me around Yup She said she love what I'm doin' I love it She said, Do you remember me Me You was a friend to me We start talkin' sexually, it's been a while 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 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 I like your style Verse 2: King Combs Baby, we could take it all away Fast whips, cash trips, ass crisp 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 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 Black hair, bob, nice teeth, smile I like your style, I like your style Verse 3: Calboy Ayy, lightskin, tatted, ayy I ain't got no heart 'cause I'm a savage, ayy And I grip a semi-automatic, ayy Niggas get to tweakin', let 'em have it And I came up from the block 'causing havoc If it ain't about the money, it don't matter I'm a real life killer, she a rider 100 in the Hellcat, baby, I'm a slider Okay Lightskin, she ain't ever seen a nigga like me Rollie shock a bitch like lightning I just give her dick and she like it Wanna talk about real love, sorry, I ain't got no heart, I wish that I did But I like your smile and I like your style Lil' baby and the vibe that I get 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 Black hair, bob, nice teeth, smile 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