Dirty Dishes
Now, I gotta be honest, it's been a very long time
Since I broke the piggy bank on somebody special
Like yourself
But, uh, I mean, come on, look at you
Sundress, it's about 80 degrees
On a Sunday, got got on a Sunday
Yeah, yeah, I'm liking the way she look
If she look at me, she took
I might as well change my name from Lottery Kid to Captain Crook
A done stole so many and all of them been on foot
That must be why they shook
Tell me what you need from me, lil' mama
I might just make it happen
Oh you like fame and fashion
I might just spoil you
If you promise to be my main attraction
Come off that head on top that bed
Without me even askin
That's what I like
Girl, you bad, you vicious
You luscious, delicious
Drippin' on these
Like you doin' dirty dishes
You got what I need
And got what I want
When she kiss my neck
All she smell is Saint Laurent
Baby girl, you bad, you vicious
You luscious, delicious
Drippin' on these
Like you doin' dirty dishes
You got what I need
And got what I want
When it's all said and done
You at the very front
She know that I'm fly
And I smell good
Only one who believed in me
Back when no one else would
Put your phone on D&D
You gon' get my best wood
What you get up outta me
I swear nobody else could
I don't know how you do it
I like you but
I don't know like
I just want you to be serious
Like, I need to know if we bein' for real or not, like
I don't have time for games
I don't have time for the
I'll buy a bag for you
Just to put another bag in it
Galleria off of Westheimer
Go inside, drop a bag in it
Anything you want, ask me
I'll throw a whole party for you, baby girl
Like the great Gatsby
Real down to earth
She be gettin' fried chicken from Zaxby's
Yeah, that's my type
Do you wanna spend life together
Or squeeze it all in one night
Anything you want possible
Just tell me which one you like
Put cuffs on you like a constable
Then soak you up like rice
If that's alright
Girl, you bad, you vicious
You luscious, delicious
Drippin' on these
Like you doin' dirty dishes
You got what I need
And got what I want
When she kiss my neck
All she smell is Saint Laurent
Baby girl, you bad, you vicious
You luscious, delicious
Drippin' on these
Like you doin' dirty dishes
You got what I need
And got what I want
When it's all said and done
You at the very front
You know how I'm comin
Since I broke the piggy bank on somebody special
Like yourself
But, uh, I mean, come on, look at you
Sundress, it's about 80 degrees
On a Sunday, got got on a Sunday
Yeah, yeah, I'm liking the way she look
If she look at me, she took
I might as well change my name from Lottery Kid to Captain Crook
A done stole so many and all of them been on foot
That must be why they shook
Tell me what you need from me, lil' mama
I might just make it happen
Oh you like fame and fashion
I might just spoil you
If you promise to be my main attraction
Come off that head on top that bed
Without me even askin
That's what I like
Girl, you bad, you vicious
You luscious, delicious
Drippin' on these
Like you doin' dirty dishes
You got what I need
And got what I want
When she kiss my neck
All she smell is Saint Laurent
Baby girl, you bad, you vicious
You luscious, delicious
Drippin' on these
Like you doin' dirty dishes
You got what I need
And got what I want
When it's all said and done
You at the very front
She know that I'm fly
And I smell good
Only one who believed in me
Back when no one else would
Put your phone on D&D
You gon' get my best wood
What you get up outta me
I swear nobody else could
I don't know how you do it
I like you but
I don't know like
I just want you to be serious
Like, I need to know if we bein' for real or not, like
I don't have time for games
I don't have time for the
I'll buy a bag for you
Just to put another bag in it
Galleria off of Westheimer
Go inside, drop a bag in it
Anything you want, ask me
I'll throw a whole party for you, baby girl
Like the great Gatsby
Real down to earth
She be gettin' fried chicken from Zaxby's
Yeah, that's my type
Do you wanna spend life together
Or squeeze it all in one night
Anything you want possible
Just tell me which one you like
Put cuffs on you like a constable
Then soak you up like rice
If that's alright
Girl, you bad, you vicious
You luscious, delicious
Drippin' on these
Like you doin' dirty dishes
You got what I need
And got what I want
When she kiss my neck
All she smell is Saint Laurent
Baby girl, you bad, you vicious
You luscious, delicious
Drippin' on these
Like you doin' dirty dishes
You got what I need
And got what I want
When it's all said and done
You at the very front
You know how I'm comin
Credits
Writer(s): Neek Mukoro
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