Hush

Your lips like wine on my lips

Your touch like static on my hips

Boy the things we do you cannot tell our little secret

The things mi do you cannot tell

Let's keep it hush hush hush hush

When we touch touch touch

I want it rough rough rough but please don't rush

Boy when I call you better pull up but please just don't be late

Nuffa dem dem want fi catch clout fame but I swear this must be fate

'Cause boy you're sweet like mango juice so come get this passion fruit