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She likes guys who do bits
The type that don't last forever
She likes guys who love kids
The type that won't ask for seven
But she picks guys who don't listen
She picks guys just to fix them
But that's none of my business
But that's none of my, okay
She likes guys who do bits
The type that you can make fun of
She likes guys with good lips
The type who know when to shut 'em
But she picks guys with no interests
She picks guys just to fix them
But that's none of my business
But that's none of my okay okay okay
Give me two secs I'll be good by morning
You said with your face all red and your braids pulled back
And you smell like dank but you taste like Jack
And you wouldn't kiss your momma with a face like that
But you still keep pouring
Are you tryna escape into orbit
I'm tryna pull the e-brake on your bullshit
Stick a fork in it
Find the cork put a cork in it
That's not a metaphor, sis, that's literally
You say you love me but it's belligerently
You call me pet names and you feign intimacy
It makes me wonder why you really wanna kick it with me cuz I
Imma tell you that you slay in the knee highs
I don't need to be the A or the B side
I just need a little warning next time before you hit with me with the peace sign (damn)
She likes guys who do bits
The type that don't last forever
She likes guys who love kids
The type that won't ask for seven
But she picks guys who don't listen
She picks guys just to fix them
But that's none of my business
But that's none of my, okay
She likes guys who do bits
The type that you can make fun of
She likes guys with good lips
The type who know when to shut 'em
But she picks guys with no interests
She picks guys just to fix them
But that's none of my business