Rica
Rica
Can't be very picky
When everything taste wonderful
Ah
With every touch
Every sound that ya make
Mm
How can I
Address
The beauty
In this room today
You look so good
Your smile is
Wicked juicy
Oh so juicy you are to me
Even if
There's a fruit bouquet
I know
Maybe it's the Cali sun
Or some time away
But before I even left
I was already missing your name
Might as well
Get it tatted
On my chest
Or across my face
But I know that you know
Blackberry is the only taste
On Saturday
On Saturday
I can never get it confused
What you can't do
With what you absolutely won't do
Your zest a little fucking different
And if you listen
No other fruit distinctive
I just wanna
Feel you close to me
Fingers oozing
Oh so sticky
Eat it up
Imma eat it up
Savoring every
Even if there's
Fruit bouquet
I know
Mora is my thang
Maybe it's the Cali sun
Or some time away
But before I even left
I was already missing your name
Might as well
Get it tatted
On my chest
Or across my face
But I know that you know
Blackberry is the only taste
On Saturday
On Saturday
Want something sweet as you
Eat up imma eat it up, boy
So nasty
Can't be very picky
When everything taste wonderful
Ah
With every touch
Every sound that ya make
Mm
How can I
Address
The beauty
In this room today
You look so good
Your smile is
Wicked juicy
Oh so juicy you are to me
Even if
There's a fruit bouquet
I know
Maybe it's the Cali sun
Or some time away
But before I even left
I was already missing your name
Might as well
Get it tatted
On my chest
Or across my face
But I know that you know
Blackberry is the only taste
On Saturday
On Saturday
I can never get it confused
What you can't do
With what you absolutely won't do
Your zest a little fucking different
And if you listen
No other fruit distinctive
I just wanna
Feel you close to me
Fingers oozing
Oh so sticky
Eat it up
Imma eat it up
Savoring every
Even if there's
Fruit bouquet
I know
Mora is my thang
Maybe it's the Cali sun
Or some time away
But before I even left
I was already missing your name
Might as well
Get it tatted
On my chest
Or across my face
But I know that you know
Blackberry is the only taste
On Saturday
On Saturday
Want something sweet as you
Eat up imma eat it up, boy
So nasty
Credits
Writer(s): Jerelyn Torres
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