immaculate Conception

Mexicahhh mamacita she a looker and a seer grandmama born a quetzal proud to be mexica beauty from the heavens yeah I call that girl my cita princess head to toe oh my god tanning ona beach that's how I keepa in nothing but her trensas run across the sands chasing butterflies she fly across the sky just like a serpent real beauty god above he must've slipped and slept on when he letter outa heaven soul is lightning thunder pure perfection yeah immaculate conception gold pearls and water keep my lady kitty drippon in the streets or out my prescience yeah she sip the liquor when she with me she chugg the quilla slam smash and shatters shot glasses like they forgot to pay her penance