笨小笨Kiss Me More (Cover) (Explicit)歌词由Chill Music BGM Lab演唱，出自专辑《フォークソング - 洋楽アコースティックメドレー - (Explicit)》，下面是《Kiss Me More (Cover) (Explicit)》完整版歌词！
Kiss Me More (Cover) (Explicit)歌词完整版
作词 : ROWE SOLANA I/GOTTWALD LUKASZ/LANG CARTER/CHAHAYED ROGET/DLAMINI AMALA RATNA/POWELL GERARD ARMOND II/SPRECHER DAVID A/KIPNER STEPHEN ALAN/SHADDICK TERRY
作曲 : ROWE SOLANA I/GOTTWALD LUKASZ/LANG CARTER/CHAHAYED ROGET/DLAMINI AMALA RATNA/POWELL GERARD ARMOND II/SPRECHER DAVID A/KIPNER STEPHEN ALAN/SHADDICK TERRY
We hug and yes, we make love
And always just say, "Goodnight" (La-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, uh-oh
It's just principle
Baby, hold me 'cause I like the way you groove, uh-oh
Boy, you write your name, I can do the same
Oh, I love the taste, la-la-la, la-la
All on my tongue, I want it (La-la-la, la-la)
Boy, you write your name, I can do the same
Oh, I love the taste, la-la-la, la-la
All on my tongue, I want it (La-la-la, la-la)
I, I feel like ****ing something
But we can be corny, **** it
Sugar, I ain't no dummy-dummy
I likе to say, "What if?", but if
We could kiss and just cut the rubbish
Then I might bе on to somethin'
I ain't givin' you one in public
I'm givin' you hundreds, **** 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, uh-oh
It's just principle
Baby, hold me 'cause I like the way you groove, uh-oh
Boy, you write your name, I can do the same
Oh, I love the taste, la-la-la, la-la
All on my tongue, I want it (La-la-la, la-la)
Boy, you write your name, I can do the same
Oh, I love the taste, la-la-la, la-la
All on my tongue, I want it (La-la-la, la-la)
Say give me a buck, need that Gucci stuff
Push your limit, no, you ain't good enough
All your niggas say that you lost without me
All my *****es feel like I dodged it, don't need
****in' with you feel like jail, nigga
I can't even exhale, nigga
Pussy like holy grail, you know that
You gon' make me need bail, you know that
Caught creepin' with your friend
You ain't even half man lyin' on your—, you know that
Got me a bag for the break, you know that
Control don't slow the pace, if I pull back
All this ass for real (Ahh)
Drama make you feel (Ahh)
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, uh-oh
It's just principle
Baby, hold me 'cause I like the way you groove, uh-oh
Oh darlin'
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
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
