MOOD RING

First you walk into my room
Then you assume things
That's not a nice thing to do
When you assume things
Her finger went black to blue
All on that mood ring
I'm lookin for things to do
And now I'm choosin'
You I love it
I can't get enough of you
So touchy show me what you're workin' with

(You I love it)
(I can't get enough of you)
(So touchy)

Just because I'm your sugar baby
(It's too hot)
Don't mean I'm here just for your sugar cravin'
(But it's all I got)
Just because I'm your sugar baby
(It's too hot)
Don't mean I'm here just for your sugar cravin'
(But it's all I got)

So lick lick lick to the top top top
From the bottom where I came
I ain't gotta explain
This some slick Rick shit
Honda Civic '06
It's about to be sick
When I flick this wrist
'Cause I whip stick shift
Like you whip this d*ck
And the seats whip cream
And my seats stay leaned
Back on 'em gotta keep it casual
Field Bros like
She better have an ass on her!

(You I love it)
(I can't get enough of you)
(So touchy)

Just because I'm your sugar baby
(it's too hot)
Don't mean I'm here just for your sugar cravin'
(But it's all I got)
Just because I'm your sugar baby
(It's too hot)
Don't mean I'm here just for your sugar cravin'
(It's all I got)

Just because I'm your sugar baby
(it's too hot)
Don't mean I'm here just for your sugar cravin'
(But it's all I got)
Just because I'm your sugar baby
(It's too hot)
Don't mean I'm here just for your sugar cravin'
(It's all I got)



Credits
Writer(s): Holden Nicholas Le Dinh
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