Palesa (Interlude)
Swisher for Palesa now she taste like lemon cream
Said she had to jump she couldn't fit in her jeans
She call me her bestie but it ain't like what it seems
Best I ever had she always let me in between
Swisher for Palesa now she taste like lemon cream
Said she had to jump she couldn't fit in her jeans
She call me her bestie but it ain't like what it seems
Best I ever had she always let me in between
In her jeans, for that nani I'm a fiend
She give me that nana, yeah that wet wet, yeah that cream
Always clean, you should fuck with a nigga like me
She give me that nana, yeah that wet wet, yeah that cream
Swisher for Palesa now she taste like lemon cream
Said she had to jump she couldn't fit in her jeans
She call me her bestie but it ain't like what it seems
Best I ever had she always let me in between
Swisher for Palesa now she taste like lemon cream
Said she had to jump she couldn't fit in her jeans
She call me her bestie but it ain't like what it seems
Best I ever had she always let me in between
My heart, my soul, my body girl
My heart, my soul, my body girl
My heart, my soul, my body girl
(My heart, my soul, my body girl)
My heart, my soul, my body girl
My heart, my soul, my body girl
My heart, my soul, my body girl
My heart, my soul, my body girl
Said she had to jump she couldn't fit in her jeans
She call me her bestie but it ain't like what it seems
Best I ever had she always let me in between
Swisher for Palesa now she taste like lemon cream
Said she had to jump she couldn't fit in her jeans
She call me her bestie but it ain't like what it seems
Best I ever had she always let me in between
In her jeans, for that nani I'm a fiend
She give me that nana, yeah that wet wet, yeah that cream
Always clean, you should fuck with a nigga like me
She give me that nana, yeah that wet wet, yeah that cream
Swisher for Palesa now she taste like lemon cream
Said she had to jump she couldn't fit in her jeans
She call me her bestie but it ain't like what it seems
Best I ever had she always let me in between
Swisher for Palesa now she taste like lemon cream
Said she had to jump she couldn't fit in her jeans
She call me her bestie but it ain't like what it seems
Best I ever had she always let me in between
My heart, my soul, my body girl
My heart, my soul, my body girl
My heart, my soul, my body girl
(My heart, my soul, my body girl)
My heart, my soul, my body girl
My heart, my soul, my body girl
My heart, my soul, my body girl
My heart, my soul, my body girl
Credits
Writer(s): Kabelo Mokgosi
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