Lyrics

Mmmm mmm Tiddies excite me Might be What do perfect tiddies look like? Maybe this career suicide You think that I lost my mind? I think I'm doing just fine My left bigger than my right My heart's got an appetite Fuelled by hate no gaslighting Tiddies excite me Rightly so all homo, no phobia I don't care about zodiacs Mmmmm What do perfect? Perfect don't exist beyond any surface How does your bra fit? Do it got a print? Shawty free the nips, it is worth it Why is comfort what you're deserting? Mmm mmm Perfect don't exist beyond surface Mmm mmm Go ahead get that lift if it's worth it Make yourself feel better if you have to I say fuck the people looking at you Sunday keep it light keep it casual Monday push up bra with an attitude Tuesday I avoid all activity Wednesday I reflect on what means what to me Thursday is a bitch I sleep early please Friday phone off turn up queen Perfect tiddies don't exist Lately I've been a mess Saturdays I'm distressed But most days I try my best Ouuu ouuu try my best Perfect don't exist beyond surface That is my truth I won't desert it
Writer(s): Sebaga Rabashwa Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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