I, I feel like fuc***' somethin'
But we could be corny, fu** 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, fu** it
Somethin' we just gotta get into
Sign first, middle, last, on the wisdom tooth
Nig*** wishin' that the pu*** 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
Can you kiss me more?
We're so young, boy
We ain't got nothin' to lose, oh, oh