Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Amala Zandile Dlamini
Songwriter
David Sprecher
Songwriter
Gerard A. Powell II
Songwriter
Rogét Chahayed
Songwriter
Carter Lang
Songwriter
Lukasz Gottwald
Songwriter
Terry Shaddick
Songwriter
Stephen Kipner
Songwriter
Solana Rowe
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rob Bisel
Recording Engineer
Rian Lewis
Recording Engineer
Serban Ghenea
Mixing Engineer
Mike Bozzi
Mastering Engineer
Doja Cat
Producer
Yeti Beats
Producer
Lloyd "2Fly" Mizell
Engineer
John Hanes
Engineer
Joe Visciano
Engineer
Rogét Chahayed
Producer
Tizhimself
Producer
Lyrics
We hug and yes, we make love
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 fuckin' something
But we could be corny, fuck it
Sugar, I ain't no gummy-dummy
I like to say, what if, but if
We could kiss and just cut the rubbish
Then I might be onto 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 bussy was a kissin' booth
Taste breakfast, lunch and gin and juice
And that dinner just like dessert too
And when we French, refresh gimme too
When I bite that lip, come get me too
He want lipstick, lipgloss, hickeys too, uh
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
Say give me a buck, need that gushy stuff
Push the limit, no you ain't good enough
All your niggas say that you lost without me
All my bitches feel like I dodged the county
Fuckin' with you feel like jail, nigga
I can't even exhale, nigga
Bussy like holy grail, you know that
You gon' make me need bail, you know that
Caught dippin' with your friend
You ain't even half man, lyin' on ya, you know that
Got me a bag full of brick, you know that
Control, don't slow the pace if I throw back
All this ass for real (Ah)
Drama make you feel (Ah)
Fantasy and whip appeal
Is all I can give you
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
Oh, darling
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
Writer(s): Amala Ratna Zandile Dlamini, Amala Zandile Dlamini, Solána Imani Rowe
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