I, I feel like fuckin’ somethin’
But we could be corny, fuck it
Sugar, I ain’t no dummy, dummy
I like to say, what if, but if
We could kiss and just cut the rubbish
Then I might be on to somethin’
I ain’t givin’ you one in public
I’m givin’ you hundreds, fuck it
Somethin’ we just gotta get into
Sign first, middle, last, on the wisdom tooth
Niggas wishin’ that the pussy was a kissin’ booth
Taste breakfast, lunch and gin and juice
And that dinner just like dessert too
And when we French, refresh, gimme two
When I bite that lip, come get me too
He want lipstick, lip gloss, hickeys too, uh