Yeah, my butt is a business in bottles of bubbles.
Covered with tattoos of liking trouble.
Lashes and diamonds, they seeing machines.
Like my cellphone, my favorite things.
Been through some bad shit, I should be a savage.
Who woulda thought it'd turn me to a savage?
Rather be tied up with clothes and no strings.
Find my own taste like I'm wearing no strings.
You like my neck, my neck is curvy.
Make baby the curves, my glass is curvy.
You like my hair, he thinks just buy it.
I see it, I like it, I want it, I got it.
I want it, I got it. I want
it, I got it. I want it, I got it.
I want it, I got it. You like my hair, he thinks just buy it.
I see it, I like it, I want it, I got it.
Wearing a ring, but ain't going to Mrs.
