Second Sama - Cam Girl Lyrics

My cam girl
Woah
Searchin' for my cam girl
For my cam girl
Woah
Searchin' for my cam girl
I'ma f*ck her in her cosplay
She gon' roleplay for me, ridin' me the broadway
Tryna f*ck on a pornstar, like Kanye
Honey Gold, come be my fiancée
Little mama
Shawty drippin' in Dior, so I call her Gianna
Australian kiss game like Trump Teanna
Only music she listenin' to is Second Sama
Ayy also I gotta say
Just broke up with my main thing through an email
CC:'d my side chick, No Patrick
I'ma pull up in a coupe
1957 Chevy Bel Air, that's classic
Shawty stay wet, cause she stay hydrated
Pour some henny, hit the gas, now we cross-faded
Higher than a spaceship, eyes dilated
Hit it from the back, man that pussy got annihilated
My cam girl
Woah
Searchin' for my cam girl
For my cam girl
Woah
Searchin' for my cam girl
Twins like Tia Tamera, ayy
Stack up that bread like Panera, ayy
She makin' bands Pantera
Then we six-nine like Molina Sara, ayy
Baby you're so enticin
She hittin' high notes, Sleeping With Sirens
She got the cake and she want my icing
Piping, riding, plus kissing and biting, damn
How the f*ck she get like that
All of her fans say they wish they had a bitch like that
Aristocrat, the streets
Inside the sheets, oh she's a freak
My face remains her seat
Goddamn, so much ice all on my neck
New rollie, that's a light flex
Give me your hands and baby I'll tie them
Got whips and chains, let's have Taylor White sex
My cam girl
Woah
Searchin' for my cam girl
For my cam girl
Woah
Searchin' for my cam girl
My cam girl
Woah
Searchin' for my cam girl
For my cam girl
Woah
Searchin' for my cam girl