[Song: Frank Ocean & Tyler, The Creator]
Bitch don't slam my Bentley doors, cost me plenty money
Bitch don't slam my Bentley doors, cost me plenty money
Bitch don't slam my Bentley doors, cost me plenty money
Bitch don't slam my Bentley doors, cost me plenty money
Play in your hair as you rub on my ears
Then we awkwardly stare until our lips locked
Then we awkwardly stared because our lips locked
Now it's awkward in here because our lips locked
Feels like I’m floating in air
Can't believe that this dare turned into a rеality when our lips locked
Man, this feels like a drеam because our lips locked
You officially put my feelings inside a Ziploc bag you gotta a n***a sprung
Bitch don't slam my Bentley doors, cost me plenty money
Bitch don't slam my Bentley doors, cost me plenty money
Play in your hair as you rub on my ears
Then we awkwardly stare until our lips locked
Then we awkwardly stared because our lips locked
Now it's awkward in here because our lips locked
Feels like I’m floating in air
Can't believe that this dare turned into a reality when our lips locked
Man, this feels like a dream because our lips locked
You officially put my feelings inside a Ziploc bag you gotta a n***a sprung
Play in your hair as you rub on my ears
Then we awkwardly stare until our lips locked
Then we awkwardly stared because our lips locked
Now it's awkward in here because our lips locked
Feels like I’m floating in air
Can't believe that this dare turned into a reality when our lips locked
Man, this feels like a dream because our lips locked
You officially put my feelings inside a Ziploc bag you gotta a n***a sprung