作词 : 无
作曲 : Doja Cat (feat. SZA)
编曲 : 无
We hug and yes, we m*** l***
And always just say, "Goodnight" (La-la-la-la-la)
And we cuddle, sure I do love it
But I need your lips on mine
Can you kiss me more?
We're so young, boy, we ain't got nothin' to lose, oh, oh
It's just principle
Baby, hold me, 'cause I like the way you groove, oh, oh
Boy, you write your name, I can do the same
Ooh, I love the taste, oh-la-la-la-la-la
All on my tongue, I want it
Boy, you write your name, I can do the same
Ooh, I love the taste, oh-la-la-la-la-la
All on my tongue, I want it
I, I feel like ****ing something
But we could be corny **** it
Sugar, I ain't no dummy-dummy
I likе to say "What if?"
But if we can kiss and just cut the rubbish
Then I might bе on to somethin'
I ain't givin' you one in public
I'm givin' you hundreds, **** it
Somethin' we just gotta get into
Sign first, middle, last on the wisdom tooth
Niggas wishin' that the pussy was a kissing 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, huh
Can you kiss me more?
作词 : 无
作曲 : Doja Cat (feat. SZA)
编曲 : 无
We hug and yes, we m*** l***
And always just say, "Goodnight" (La-la-la-la-la)
And we cuddle, sure I do love it
But I need your lips on mine
Can you kiss me more?
We're so young, boy, we ain't got nothin' to lose, oh, oh
It's just principle
Baby, hold me, 'cause I like the way you groove, oh, oh
Boy, you write your name, I can do the same
Ooh, I love the taste, oh-la-la-la-la-la
All on my tongue, I want it
Boy, you write your name, I can do the same
Ooh, I love the taste, oh-la-la-la-la-la
All on my tongue, I want it
I, I feel like ****ing something
But we could be corny **** it
Sugar, I ain't no dummy-dummy
I likе to say "What if?"
But if we can kiss and just cut the rubbish
Then I might bе on to somethin'
I ain't givin' you one in public
I'm givin' you hundreds, **** it
Somethin' we just gotta get into
Sign first, middle, last on the wisdom tooth
Niggas wishin' that the pussy was a kissing 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, huh
Can you kiss me more?