Like one, two, what you tryna do?
I got three, four, bitches knocking on my door
But like five, six, baby you so perfect
I don't want these other hoes 'cause these hoes ain't with the shits
But you are, yes, you are the one
Count your kisses in the rain and your freckles in the Sun
And I think I'm loving you, but I'm loving you too much
But I can treat you right, and then we can make a run
Like one, two, what you tryna do?
I got three, four, bitches knocking on my door
But like five, six, baby you so perfect
I don't want these other hoes 'cause these hoes ain't with the shits
But you are, yes, you are the one
Count your kisses in the rain and your freckles in the Sun
And I think I'm loving you, but I'm loving you too much
But I can treat you right, and then we can make a run
Like what, aye, six, seven, eight
I just want your love, and I know I'm super late but
You come from above, and you glisten like a lake but
Girl you like a dove, and you sweeter than a cake but
What, aye
Think about you everyday
You said that I would make it, but right now today's the day
And I'm dreaming 'bout your eyes, 'cause your eyes they a-okay but
I can treat you right, baby girl and save the day
Like I just want to see you smile
Everything is worth a while
When it comes to you, ain't nobody can deserve you now
Hoping you don't swerve me now
I don't wanna see you frown
I wanna be your boo, but you're playing and don't love me now
I just want to see you smile
Everything is worth a while
When it comes to you, ain't nobody can deserve you now
Hoping you don't swerve me now
I don't wanna see you frown
I wanna be your boo, but you're playing and don't love me now
Like one, two, what you tryna do?
I got three, four, bitches knocking on my door
But like five, six, baby you so perfect
I don't want these other hoes 'cause these hoes ain't with the shits
But you are, yes, you are the one
Count your kisses in the rain and your freckles in the Sun
And I think I'm loving you, but I'm loving you too much
But I can treat you right, and then we can make a run
Like one, two, what you tryna do?
I got three, four, bitches knocking on my door
But like five, six, baby you so perfect
I don't want these other hoes 'cause these hoes ain't with the shits
But you are, yes, you are the one
Count your kisses in the rain and your freckles in the Sun
And I think I'm loving you, but I'm loving you too much
But I can treat you right, and then we can make a run like
