Kiss Me More (Made Popular By Doja Cat ft. SZA) [Vocal Version]

Kiss Me More (Made Popular By Doja Cat ft. SZA) [Vocal Version] - Party Tyme Karaoke

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We hug and yes, we make love And always just say "Goodnight" (la-la-la-la-la) And we cuddle, sure, I do love it But I need your lips on mine Can you kiss me more? We're so young, boy We ain't got nothin' to lose, oh, oh It's just principle Baby, hold me 'Cause I like the way you groove, oh, oh Boy, you write your name, I can do the same Ooh, I love the taste, la-la-la-la All on my tongue, I want it (la-la-la-la) Boy, you write your name, I can do the same Ooh, I love the taste, la-la-la-la-la All on my tongue, I want it I, I feel like fuckin' somethin' But we could be corny, fuck it Sugar, I ain't no dummy, dummy I like to say, "What if?", but if We could kiss and just cut the rubbish Then I might be on to somethin' I ain't givin' you one in public I'm givin' you hundreds, fuck it Somethin' we just gotta get into Sign first, middle, last, on the wisdom tooth Niggas wishin' that the pussy was a kissin' booth Taste breakfast, lunch and gin and juice And that dinner just like dessert too And when we French, refresh, gimme two When I bite that lip, come get me too He want lipstick, lip gloss, hickeys too, huh Can you kiss me more? We're so young, boy We ain't got nothin' to lose, oh, oh It's just principle Baby, hold me 'Cause I like the way you groove, oh, oh Boy, you write your name, I can do the same Ooh, I love the taste, la-la-la-la All on my tongue, I want it (la-la-la-la) Boy, you write your name, I can do the same Ooh, I love the taste, la-la-la-la-la All on my tongue, I want it Say give me a buck, need that gushy stuff Push the limit, no, you ain't good enough All your niggas say that you lost without me All my bitches feel like I dodged the county Fuckin' with you feel like jail, nigga (feel like jail) I can't even exhale, nigga (exhale) Pussy like holy grail, you know that You gon' make me need bail, you know that Caught dippin' with your friend You ain't even half man, lyin' on ya-, you know that Got me a bag full of brick, you know that Control, don't slow the pace if I throw back All this ass for real (all this ass) Drama make you feel (make you feel) Fantasy and whip appeal Is all I can give you Can you kiss me more? We're so young, boy We ain't got nothin' to lose, oh, oh It's just principle Baby, hold me 'Cause I like the way you groove, oh, oh Oh, darlin' Boy, you write your name, I can do the same Ooh, I love the taste, oh-la-la-la-la All on my tongue, I want it Boy, you write your name, I can do the same Ooh, I love the taste, oh-la-la-la-la-la All on my tongue, I want it