(ayy, is that foreign?)
Pick me up a dozen
I’m not talking doughnuts
Think i like the smell of these red roses
Do you want me to give ’em heaven or h~ll? what’s your poison?
I know you just wanna feel things, wanna feel transparent
So i popped up like, poof, three
He fell for me like oopsie
He gon’ get me upset
I might have to juke me
No, i might have to pick me
Kiss me, marry me, kiss, kiss, kiss (muwah, muwah)
Kiss me, kiss, kiss me (muwah, muwah)
I might have to kiss me, kiss me (muwah, muwah)
Fingеrtips on my shirt
Lipstick on my merch
Lipstick on my motherf~cking merch, on my mеrch
Hold on, where is my purse?
Mother said my looks are cursed
Look at my ego, look at my hands
Look at my thighs, look at my pants
Look at my lips, look at my eyes
’cause you can’t look at me in my mind
So i make him sit, i make him f~ck
I make him, uh, give me the guap
We make out a lot
So meet in the powder room
Don’t you know the perfume?
No daddy, no curfew
I look like who birthed you?
(ayy, is that foreign?)
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hook – muwah
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