Mi Torta

Yeah, this one's for the girl with the built-in flotation device. The human care package. Me torta, me torta. Lil' Ponza, deluxe. No top, no bottom, just tummy and guts. got a rack but the belly got it's own zodiac crop top riding like a rollercoaster seat little muffin in the middle that's my favorite treat uh leg and screaming and all caps fine but she still strut hard like yeah I know I am hot friends all staring like bro you okay I am like my god she blocked the window Yeah, you see too much, I see perfect plate Whole buffet line in a size 8 gate At the tech area, she do not play Salsa in her purse, like I came to stay Ordered just a snack, then it turned to a feast Three burritos later, babe, I ate like a beast She got Uber Eats on speeddown on the side all stiff, my daughter taking selfies with a whole cheese dip, she spin in a circle, I lose my breath, not from the dance man, I am just out of shape, yes You can keep your salads and your yoga pose, I want somebody that can block the wind in my foes, yeah Read my human pillow, my storm block wall My portable airbag when I trip and fall When the world too cold and the rent too high I just hug me toward her like a pumpkin pie Look, you can have your gym crush Your kale smoothie Your detox tea I want somebody who can turn a full-size bed Into a twin just by sitting down Me and Torta You're my space hog And I love it Shout out to all the torches worldwide If your hoodie rise up when you reach for snacks This one is for you Slide through We got extra napkins