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Doja Cat - Hot Pink Lyrics






Cyber Sex

I wanna touch on you
You see me in my room
Wish you were here right now
All of the things I'd do
I wanna get freaky on camera
I love when we get freaky on camera

We freak on the cam
Love at first sight, just a link to the 'Gram
Pussy all pink with a tan
And I play with it 'til my middle fingers are cramped up
Swipe right 'cause he thick and he handsome
Love a sneak peek when you freak, can we cam up?
No shot to the screen, put your hands up
Make it pop in your face like a Samsung
And that's my nigga, better yet, that's my hitta
He don't lick goons and if you do you could go missin'
Met him on Tinder, he just swiped left on bitches
And he don't even scroll through Insta
'Less he going through my pictures

I wanna touch on you
You see me in my room
Wish you were here right now
All of the things I'd do
I wanna get freaky on camera
I love when we get freaky on camera

Is you into that? (Into that, is you into that? Uh-huh)
Let's break the internet (internet, on the internet, oh ohh)
We do it the best (it the best, doin' it the best, uh-uhh)
When we have cybersex (cybersex, havin' cybersex)
(Oh-ooh)

When he off work, he calling me on Skype (yeah!)
Trust me when I meet him, I'm f*cking him on sight (yeah)
Lemme see you can beat it, I'm feelin' just like Mike (okay, okay)
Huh-oh, stuff that 'til I drown in all of your pics
Can't scroll down 'cause some of them dicks
Nigga, my parents going through my shit (my shit, my shit)
Huh-oh, can't give head, you give me the Facetime
Nigga, you a creep, I saw you on Dateline
You ain't gettin pussy, you f*cking a A.I
Huh-oh, what a time to be alive
Living in the future, blinging on my hotline

I wanna touch on you
You see me in my room
Wish you were here right now
All of the things I'd do
I wanna get freaky on camera
I love when we get freaky on camera

I wanna touch on you
You see me in my room
Wish you were here right now
All of the things I'd do
I wanna get freaky on camera
I love when we get freaky on camera

Is you into that? (Into that, is you into that? Uh-huh)
Let's break the internet (internet, on the internet, oh oh)
We do it the best (it the best, doin' it the best, uh-uh)
When we have cybersex (cybersex, havin' cybersex)
(Oh-ooh)
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Writer: Allan Grigg, Amala Dlamini, David Sprecher, Gerard Powell II, Lydia Asrat
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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Bite

Lelelele, ha yeah
Lelelele, ha yeah
Lelelele, ha yeah
Lelelele, ha yeah
Le, yeah
Lelelele, ha yeah
Lelelele, ha yeah
Lelelele, ha

Closer to me baby, I won't bite
You look so tasty, but I won't bite
Really I'm such a good kitty, don't put up fights
But if you trick me, baby, it gon' get sticky

I might (I might just) bite (I might just)
I might (I might just) bite (I might just)
I might (I might just) bite (I might just)
I might (I might just) bite (I might just)
I might

I-I-I might just rip a nigga head off
If he just wanna hit and head off
Then why the f*ck you in my bed all-day
Talking 'bout you getting bread?
'Less you was a bird then I understand, okay
Never ever bite the hand feeding you the worm
These are not your eggs, okay, look, look, look
Long ass money with a short fuse
I'm 5'3" but I make that nigga 4'2"
If you wanna do it, motherf*cker, I won't stop you (yeah, yeah)
Do it, motherf*cker, I won't stop you, ooh

Closer to me baby, I won't bite
You look so tasty, but I won't bite
Really I'm such a good kitty, don't put up fights
But if you trick me, baby, it gon' get sticky

I might (I might just) bite (I might just)
I might (I might just) bite (I might just)
I might (I might just) bite (I might just)
I might (I might just) bite (I might just)
I might

Le, lelele, lelele, lelele, ha
Le, lelele, lelele, lelele, ha
Le, lelele, lelele, lelele, ha

Don't be sorry, I'll be carefree
Serve your ass like Geoffrey
Do it for the glory
Late to the shift, be sweet 'cause my voice high-C
And I let my braids drop
Don't give a f*ck who see, nigga, D-E-F
'Bout to throw grenades
Keep a ghetto freak, but she lightin' sage
Natural hair poppin', don't ever get it twisted
She at your scalp for the fame, ayy
Na-na-na, nigga, listen, let me let you say
When it be about the bread, oh, want the Quiznos, don't test me, ayy
I'm a gentleman, I turn to a barracuda, swimmin' in your blessings, hey
Higher than a hallelujah, hot as halitosis
She lick me like (la, lalala, lalala, lalala, la)

Closer to me baby, I won't bite
You look so tasty, but I won't bite
Really I'm such a good kitty, don't put up fights
But if you trick me, baby, it gon' get sticky

I might (I might just) bite (I might just)
I might (I might just) bite (I might just)
I might (I might just) bite (I might just)
I might (I might just) bite (I might just)
I might

Le, lelele, lelele, lelele, ha
Le, lelele, lelele, lelele, ha
Le, lelele, lelele, lelele, ha
Le, lelele, lelele, lelele, ha
Le, lelele, lelele, lelele, ha
Le, lelele, lelele, lelele, ha
Le, lelele, lelele, lelele, ha
Le, lelele, lelele
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Writer: Amala Zandile Dlamini, Christopher Smith, David Sprecher, Kurtis Mckenzie, William Fadhili
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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Rules

Said play with my pussy
But don't play with my emotions (emotions)
If you spend some money
Then maybe I just might f*ck ya (f*ck ya)
When I shake that ass
I'ma do that shit in slow motion (motion)
You got a whole lotta cash
And, nigga, you know I want it (want it)
Play with my pussy
But don't play with my emotions (emotions, yeah)
If you spend some money
Then maybe I just might f*ck ya (f*ck ya, yeah, yeah)
When I shake that ass
I'ma do that shit in slow motion (motion, slow motion, yeah)
You got a whole lotta cash
And, nigga, you know I want it (you know I want it)

Break some bread up, nigga, that butter my biscuit (ha)
You ain't talk money, then really, that's none of my business (that's none of my biz)
I don't even need these lenses (yeah)
20 on 20 my vision (woo)
Bad yellow bitch with her eye on the prize
But nigga, I ain't no minion (yeah, yeah)
Millions, thousands, billions (trillions)
Bobs on me like Dylan, blondes on me like Hilton
Wendys on me like Williams, shouting, digging
Look at me like I'm alien
Bitch, I'm f*cking reptilian
Bitch, bitch, ah
All y'all bitches was wrong
Talkin' 'bout I fell off (off)
You ain't even get on (on)
Bitch, bitch, yeah (yeah)
All y'all bitches is precious (yeah)
Wait, I meant to say jealous (jealous)
All y'all bitches is jealous (jealous)
Bitch, bitch

Said play with my pussy
But don't play with my emotions (emotions)
If you spend some money
Then maybe I just might f*ck ya (f*ck ya)
When I shake that ass
I'ma do that shit in slow motion (motion)
You got a whole lotta cash
And, nigga, you know I want it (want it)
Play with my pussy
But don't play with my emotions (emotions, yeah)
If you spend some money
Then maybe I just might f*ck ya (f*ck ya, yeah, yeah)
When I shake that ass
I'ma do that shit in slow motion (motion, slow motion, yeah)
You got a whole lotta cash
And, nigga, you know I want it

(And now you playin' with my emotions)
Nigga, don't do it, you blew it
You tryna cast spells on a bitch with potions
Nigga, I need devotion (devotion)
(I'm leaving you with that lotion)
Telling me this and that, the third
That shit for the birds, I'm ghosting
If you don't dive in that pussy like dolphins
If you don't dive in that pussy like oceans
Twins look identically like Olsens
Nigga, don't hide from the pussy, be open
Nigga, wanna spy-on the pussy like Austin
(Do I make you horny, baby?)
That's my ego that you stroking
Nigga, don't laugh 'cause the pussy ain't joking
Nigga, don't splash when the pussy be soaking (yeah)
Where that nigga who don't play mind games at?
You got a fake gold chain on, change that
Try to spit game while I'm on my way out, laters
Where that nigga, man? Where he at? Where he at?

Said play with my pussy
But don't play with my emotions (emotions)
If you spend some money
Then maybe I just might f*ck ya (f*ck ya)
When I shake that ass
I'ma do that shit in slow motion (motion)
You got a whole lotta cash
And, nigga, you know I want it (want it)
Play with my pussy
But don't play with my emotions (emotions, yeah)
If you spend some money
Then maybe I just might f*ck ya (f*ck ya, yeah, yeah)
When I shake that ass
I'ma do that shit in slow motion (motion, slow motion, yeah)
You got a whole lotta cash
And, nigga, you know I want it (you know I want it)
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Writer: Amala Ratna Dlamini, Benjamin Dyer Diehl, David Sprecher, Lydia Asrat, Salaam Remi, Theron Makiel Thomas, Tyson Trax
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, ONErpm, Peermusic Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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Bottom Bitch

Ooh, that's my trick (trick, trick)
I'm her pimp (pimp, pimp)
She my flip (flip, flip)
Ooh, don't forget (get, get)
That's my trick (trick, trick)
She my bottom bitch
Ooh, that's my trick (that's my trick)
I'm her pimp (I'm her pimp)
She my flip (she my flip)
Ooh, don't forget (don't forget)
That's my trick (that's my trick)
She my bottom bitch

That's my hoe
That's my doe
That's my glow up
She go hard
She just like a pro
She just wanna blow up
If you talkin' shit
Wipe your spit off my nuts
Nigga, grow up
On a boat like I'm Noah
On Xan like I'm Noah
Damn, I don't know her no more
And she bought a crib
Then she bought a whip
In her Prada fit
Got some Gucci kicks
That's my bottom bitch
'Cause she 'bout it, bitch
And I'm proud of it

Ooh, that's my trick (trick, trick)
I'm her pimp (pimp, pimp)
She my flip (flip, flip)
Ooh, don't forget (get, get)
That's my trick (trick, trick)
She my bottom bitch
Ooh, that's my trick (that's my trick)
I'm her pimp (I'm her pimp)
She my flip (she my flip)
Ooh, don't forget (don't forget)
That's my trick (that's my trick)
She my bottom bitch

She don't create no problems
That's why the bitch my bottom
And she like a model, oh whoa
She ain't no rat, she possum
All up in that concoction
Personal coochie barber, oh
Slip in to something pretty
I need to be this faded
Baby gon' get her way, yeah, oh whoa
Baby, don't keep me waittin'
Baby boy, what you payin'?
Drop it and I will stay witcha
'Cause I know what you want, don't lie (don't lie)
You want something for one night

Ooh, that's my trick (trick, trick)
I'm her pimp (pimp, pimp)
She my flip (flip, flip)
Ooh, don't forget (get, get)
That's my trick (trick, trick)
She my bottom bitch
Ooh, that's my trick (that's my trick)
I'm her pimp (I'm her pimp)
She my flip (she my flip)
Ooh, don't forget (don't forget)
That's my trick (that's my trick)
She my bottom bitch

Ooh, that's my trick (don't you forget)
I'm her pimp, and she my flip (don't)
Don't forget (don't you forget)
That's my trick, she my bottom bitch (don't you forget)
Ooh, that's my trick (ay, ay, ay, ay)
I'm her pimp, and she my flip (ay, ay)
Ooh, don't forget (ay, ay, ay, ay)
That's my trick, she my bottom bitch (ay)
Ooh
Ooh
Ooh
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Writer: Amala Dlamini, Mark Hoppus, Thomas Delonge, Travis Barker
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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Say So

Day to night to morning, keep with me in the moment
I'd let you had I known it, why don't you say so?
Didn't even notice, no punches left to roll with
You got to keep me focused, you want it, say so
Day to night to morning, keep with me in the moment
I'd let you had I known it, why don't you say so?
Didn't even notice, no punches left to roll with
You got to keep me focused, you want it, say so

It's been a long time since you fell in love
You ain't coming out your shell, you really ain't been yourself
Tell me what must I do (do tell, my love)
'Cause luckily I'm good at reading
I wouldn't bug him, but he won't stop cheesin'
And we can dance all day around it
If you front then I'll be bouncing
If you want it scream and shout it, babe
Before I leave you dry

Day to night to morning, keep with me in the moment
I'd let you had I known it, why don't you say so?
Didn't even notice, no punches left to roll with
You got to keep me focused, you want it, say so
Day to night to morning, keep with me in the moment
I'd let you had I known it, why don't you say so?
Didn't even notice, no punches left to roll with
You got to keep me focused, you want it, say so (yeah)

Let me check my chest, my breath right quick (ha)
He ain't never seen it in a dress like this (ah)
He ain't never even been impressed like this
Prolly why I got him quiet on the set like zip
Like it, love it, need it bad
Take it, own it, steal it, fast
Boy, stop playing, grab my ass
Why you actin' like you shy?
Shut it, save it, keep it, pushin'
Why you beating 'round the bush?
And knowing you want all this woman
Never knock it 'til you try (yeah, yeah)
All of them bitches hating I have you with me
All of my niggas saying you mad committed
Realer than anybody you had, and pretty
All of that body-ody, the ass and titties

Day to night to morning, keep with me in the moment
I'd let you had I known it, why don't you say so?
Didn't even notice, no punches left to roll with
You got to keep me focused, you want it, say so
Day to night to morning, keep with me in the moment
I'd let you had I known it, why don't you say so?
Didn't even notice, no punches left to roll with
You got to keep me focused, you want it, say so
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Writer: Amala Zandile Dlamini, Lukasz Gottwald, Lydia Asrat
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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Like That

Cállate, Mike Crook (ooh)
Burr, burr
Gucci (don't stop), Doja, got away (no)
Yeah (don't stop)

That's my shit, that's my wave
Do it like that and I'll repay it
Don't be scared, I ain't afraid
Just like that, come my way
That's my shit, that's my wave
Do it like that and I'll repay it
Don't be scared, I ain't afraid
Just like that, come my way

Yeah
I said, "Do that, do that, baby, all night long"
And I'ma turn off all my phones
You know I hate it when I'm left on read
But he make it all up in the bed
And he take me out, dinin' on nothin' but the best
He got Off-White on right, damn, he can dress
Makin' plans from the East, makin' bands in the West
Rock star, Black Beatle type, bands on his bread
And baby, I want it, and I just be honest
'Cause I just can't front when I look at you
Just keep it one hunnid when I throw these hunnids
I hope that your ass gon' know what to do

That's my shit, that's my wave
Do it like that and I'll repay it
Don't be scared, I ain't afraid
Just like that, come my way
That's my shit, that's my wave
Do it like that and I'll repay it (huh?)
Don't be scared, I ain't afraid (Wop)
Just like that, come my way

Gucci El Dorado, we in Rome, I'm a model (Rome)
Gucci Mane and Doja Cat, call me El Gato (Gato)
I'm the big boss and I got big bread (yeah)
I'm gettin' big-headed and I like good head (shh)
I'm not cheap, baby, and I'm sure not selfish (no)
Shakin' like Elvis, damn near broke my pelvis (sheesh)
Jumpin' off the top rope, got 'em tag teamin' (tag)
Putting' on a show, I got the whole crowd screamin'
Bougie with the bread, I'll knock a top-notch freak (freak)
Act like I'm a treat when a dog see me
Like a thief in the night, just like she stole my green
Got me walkin' off the scene like a whole in my jeans (damn, Gucci)

That's my shit, that's my wave (yeah)
Do it like that and I'll repay it (huh?)
Don't be scared, I ain't afraid (huh?)
Just like that, come my way
That's my shit, that's my wave
Do it like that and I'll repay it
Don't be scared, I ain't afraid
Just like that, come my way

Said I like it, I like it
I like it, I like it like that
Said I like it, I like it (ooh)
I like it, I like it like that
That's my shit
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Writer: Amala Zandile Dlamini, David Sprecher, Lukasz Gottwald, Lydia Asrat, Radric Delantic Davis, Theron Thomas, Michael Cook
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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Talk Dirty

Talk, talking to you
See baby when I'm talk, talking to you
Baby when I'm talk, talking to you
Baby when I'm talk, talking to you
(Yah, yah, when you, ayy, when you)

When you talk like that (when you talk dirty, babe)
I be in my bag, I be in my bag (when you talk to me)
Now baby, I'm all in my bag
Now when you talk like that (when you talk dirty, babe)
I be in my bag, I be in my bag (when you talk to me)
Now baby, I'm all in my bag
Now when you talk like that (when you talk dirty, babe)
I be in my bag, I be in my bag (when you talk to me)
Now baby, I'm all in my bag (when you talk to me)
Now when you talk like that (when you talk dirty, babe)
I be in my bag, I be in my bag (when you talk to me)
Now baby, I'm all in my bag (when you talk to me) mm, yeah

Said when you talk like that, put that shit to work
Make that kitty hurt, make that kitty squirt
Tell me, what's my name? Make that kitty yearn
Teach me how to jerk, make that kitty learn
Uh, wait, who's your momma? Who's your daddy, lil' baby?
He wanna baddie, he want skinny with a fatty young waist
Tell me how much you just want my body on you, babe
Like the way you say it, show me when I'm grindin' on your face
Grindin' on you, uh wait, grindin' on your face
Like the way you say it's yummy when I'm grindin' on your face
Gri-gri-grindin' on your face, ayy, grindin' on your face
I like the way you say it, show me when I'm grindin' on your face

When you talk like that (when you talk dirty, babe)
I be in my bag, I be in my bag (when you talk to me)
Now baby, I'm all in my bag
Now when you talk like that (when you talk dirty, babe)
I be in my bag, I be in my bag (when you talk to me)
Now baby, I'm all in my bag
Now when you talk like that (when you talk dirty, babe)
I be in my bag, I be in my bag (when you talk to me)
Now baby, I'm all in my bag (when you talk to me)
Now when you talk like that (when you talk dirty, babe)
I be in my bag, I be in my bag (when you talk to me)
Now baby, I'm all in my bag (when you talk to me)

And I say hey, I don't know the way
I don't know just how to say
What's been all in my head
I just wanna let you in
'Cause I know you got good taste
And I love the way you taste
Boy tell me what you think
I, I, I, I

And I know you want me
Now you got me
Don't you play with it
Get naughty
Call you daddy
Call me mommy
You so crazy when you taunt me

Yeah, and I say, "Yeah" talk like that"
All up in my ear when he want that wax
Funny how the earrings are all intact
Can't even hear when I moan like that, uh
Yeah, that's your fault
With a little serious tone in fact
Grab my hair with the eye contact
Phone sex good, that's why I phone back, uh

And you know that I pick up right when you call me
Got your voice in my head, it's making me horny
And I can't ever wake you up in the morning
You know most of the day, gonna be lonely

Talk like that
I be in my bag, I be in my bag (when you talk to me)
Now baby, I'm all in my bag
Now when you talk like that (when you talk dirty, babe)
I be in my bag, I be in my bag (when you talk to me)
Now baby, I'm all in my bag
Now when you talk like that (when you talk dirty, babe)
I be in my bag, I be in my bag (when you talk to me)
Now baby, I'm all in my bag (when you talk to me)
Now when you talk like that (when you talk dirty, babe)
I be in my bag, I be in my bag (when you talk to me)
Now baby, I'm all in my bag (when you talk to me)

Will you talk to me?
You must have it in you
I just like the way you think
I'm open if you are
I know what it's gon' be
Whisper to my soul
Boy, I just like the way you speak

Talk, talking to you
See baby, when I'm talk, talking to you
Baby, when I'm talk, talking to you
Baby, when I'm talk, talking to you
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Writer: Amala Zandile Dlamini, David Sprecher, Kurtis Mckenzie, Lee Stashenko, Lydia Asrat
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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Addiction

It's Doja
I don't know how I should tell you this but
I got one way, maybe this will work
You just gotta listen, closely to me
I need you
Me, us
Addicted, uh

I am addicted, a little
Under the influence, a little
And it makes me want to dance, a little
An itch I just can't scratch, addiction

I've got such a pretty body
Looks prettier when I'm a mess
And I just like to call him daddy
'Cause the first one he up and left
And you can relate to broken girls
I've been a day without it, I'm proud of myself
Baby can you break the curse?
I'm still gonna believe in magic
You can relate to broken girls
I've been a day without it, I'm proud of myself
Baby can you break the curse?
I'm still gonna believe in magic

I am addicted, a little
Under the influence, a little
And it makes me want to dance, a little
An itch I just can't scratch, addiction

Look
I'm just a little bit, I'm just a little bit (oh na-na)
I'm just a little bit, I'm just a little bit (na, na, na, na-na)
I'm just a little bit, I'm just a little bit (oh na-na)
I'm just a little bit, I'm just a little bit (na, na, na, na-na)
More, just a little bit more, just a little bit (oh na-na)
More, just a little bit more, just a little bit (na, na, na, na-na)
More, just a little bit more, just a little bit (oh na-na)
More, just a little bit more, just a little bit (na, na, na, na-na)

Yeah, roll another hunnid
We could get that white girl lit like Madonna
Bitch, I ain't Gwen but this shit is bananas
We could make the whole body drip like a sauna
Swim like a piranha, put M's in my water
I can't feel my lips, my limbs feel like rubber
Yeah I came down, but I still need another
One under the tongue and then a little marijuana
They on a trees like koala

I am addicted, a little
Under the influence, a little
And it makes me want to dance, a little
An itch I just can't scratch, addiction

Look
I'm just a little bit, I'm just a little bit (oh na-na)
I'm just a little bit, I'm just a little bit (na, na, na, na-na)
I'm just a little bit, I'm just a little bit (oh na-na)
I'm just a little bit, I'm just a little bit (na, na, na, na-na)
More, just a little bit more, just a little bit (oh na-na)
More, just a little bit more, just a little bit (na, na, na, na-na)
More, just a little bit more, just a little bit (oh na-na)
More, just a little bit more, just a little bit (na, na, na, na-na)
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Writer: Amala Zandile Dlamini, Ariowa Irosogie, Kurtis McKenzie, Richard Isong Olowaranti Mbuk Isong
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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Streets

I've been going through some things (oh)
I struggle with my inner man (yeah, yeah)
I hustle, I'll do what I can-can to get this money
(Blaq Tuxedo)
(Don Dada on the, Don Dada on the beat)

Like you
Like you
Like you, ooh
I found it hard to find someone like you
Like you
Like you
Send your location, come through

I can't sleep no more
In my head, we belong
And I can't be without you
Why can't I find no one like you?
I can't sleep no more
In my head, we belong
And I can't be without you
Why can't I find no one like you?

Baby, we tried to fight it
We all been there some days
Thought I needed something else
And acted like I was okay
We just had to work it out
And baby, I needed space
Ain't nobody 'round here on your level
You're so far away

You're pourin' your heart out
I'm acting like I knew
You held me so down
So down I never grew, oh
I tried to find out
When none of them came through
And now I'm stuck in the middle
And baby had to pull me out, oh

Like you
Like you
Like you, ooh
I found it hard to find someone like you
Like you
Like you
Send your location, come through

Yeah, damn papa, you a rare breed
No comparing
And it's motherf*cking scary
Tryna keep him 'cause I found him
Let a ho know
I ain't motherf*cking sharing
I could take you to the parents
Then to Paris
Plan a motherf*cking wedding
You the type I wanna marry (yeah)
And keep you merry
I put a ring on when you're ready
We play our fantasies out in real life ways and
No Final Fantasy, can we end these games though?
You give me energy, make me feel lightweight (woo)
Like the birds of a feather, baby (woo)
We real life made for (woo) each other
And it's hard to keep my cool
When other bitches tryna get with my dude and
When other chickens tryna get in my coop
'Cause you a one in a million, there ain't a man like you

Like you
Like you
Like you, ooh
I found it hard to find someone like you
Like you
Like you
Send your location, come through

I can't sleep no more
In my head, we belong
And I can't be without you
Why can't I find no one like you?
I can't sleep no more
In my head, we belong
And I can't be without you
Why can't I find no one like you?
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Writer: Amala Zandile Dlamini, Christopher Patrick Jeffreys, Darius Gabriel Logan, David Sprecher, De Marie Sheki, Dominique Daniel Logan, Lydia Asrat, Theron Otis Feemster
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Anthem Entertainment, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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Shine

Ruby red, bright, bright
Diamonds on shine, should be legally blind
Your smile pearl white, white
Diamonds on shine, if I ever can find 'em (shine)

Dun-dun, d-dun, d-dun-dun-dun-dun (shine bright)
Dun-dun, d-dun, d-dun-dun-dun (shine)
D-d-dun-dun, d-dun, d-dun, d-d-dun-dun (shine bright)
Dun-dun, d-dun, d-dun, d-d-dun-dun (shine)

Diamonds on shine and they are mine
Yeah, I f*ck your mind, I ain't got time
Dick was hella mean, slipped in some nice
Skating on my rings, slipped on some ice
Tryna be like me, bitch won't survive
She ain't got the juice, this won't suffice
You know who your queen, it's no surprise
It's no mystery, bitch, fall in line
Yeah, turnin' off the lights, they go, "Ooh-wee, that's tight", uh
Slept the whole way, that's a boujee ass flight, uh
Spent a hunnid k on that coochie last night
I said, "Spank you very much, that booty ruby red, bright, light"

Ruby red, bright, bright
Diamonds on shine, should be legally blind
Your smile pearl white, white
Diamonds on shine, if I ever can find 'em (shine)

Dun-dun, d-dun, d-dun-dun-dun-dun (shine bright)
Dun-dun, d-dun, d-dun-dun-dun (shine)
D-d-dun-dun, d-dun, d-dun, d-d-dun-dun (shine bright)
Dun-dun, d-dun, d-dun, d-d-dun-dun (shine)

What's that drippin'? No, baby, I'm not cryin'
Baby, that's my diamonds, everything so vibrant
Say it like I mean it and I says it like I'm Simon
And I read her like she fine print, and I beat her without violence
When it's heavy on me, it's like a brick on my ring, yeah
Baby on me, 'cause I can't fit in my jeans, yeah
Work 'til I cry, bitch, I ain't rarely got sleep
Kept the ice on my grill for me to get all of this heat

Ruby red, bright, bright
Diamonds on shine, should be legally blind
Your smile pearl white, white
Diamonds on shine, if I ever can find 'em (shine)

Dun-dun, d-dun, d-dun-dun-dun-dun (shine bright)
Dun-dun, d-dun, d-dun-dun-dun (shine)
D-d-dun-dun, d-dun, d-dun, d-d-dun-dun (shine bright)
Dun-dun, d-dun, d-dun, d-d-dun-dun (shine)

Shine
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Writer: Amala Zandile Dlamini, David Sprecher, Lukasz Gottwald
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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Better Than Me

Better than me
All of them bitches ain't better than me
I know you wanted somethin' else at your feet
You gon' figure out you lost one and that's me (yeah, yeah)

Better than me
She ain't no queen, I'm like Houdini
Put a little magic in ya, like they can't see me
She so thicky in that polka-dotted bikini
Baby, why you frontin'? You know that I been the best
I come for they neck, they run 'cause I'm next
You so in denial, lately she just got you stressed
She got no finesse, she just get undressed
Yuh (yuh), yuh (yuh)
Put the honey in the pot (pot)
Put a nigga in his place
She don't wanna take my spot
Whoa (whoa), whoa (whoa)
She ain't even got my guap (whoa)
She ain't got a lot to say (say)
Even if she bring that talk

Better than me
Better than me
The best pussy
Come from wifey

Better than me
All of them bitches ain't better than me
I know you wanted somethin' else at your feet
You gon' figure out you lost one and that's me

Look, I can do that too, bitch, I can do that too
I can get him juiced, I can make him screw, and
Trust me, he wake up right in the mornin', or like two, and
Just to get a smooch, and, touch on that caboose, and
What they say about it? Oh, they say either you snoozin'
Honey, you just lose him, why the f*ck he snoozin'?
Messin' with my man, shawty, you cruisin' for a bruisin'
Don't gotta be slimy, honey, swag is what I'm oozin'
And they call her a trick 'cause all she got is illusions
We walk in the room and complement each other smoothly
'Member how I kissed you upside down, like in that movie
Let God be the judge, and we can get rid of this Judas

Better than me (better than me)
Better than me (she ain't better than me, baby)
The best pussy (best pussy)
Come from wifey (come from wifey)

Better than me (none of the bitches)
All of them bitches ain't better than me (none of them bitches)
I know you wanted somethin' else at your feet (none of them bitches)
You gon' figure out you lost one and that's me

You gon' figure it out, baby
Careful who you f*ckin' with, you just lost one
Just be careful who you f*ckin' with, 'cause you just lost one
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Writer: Amala Zandile Dlamini, David Sprecher, Lydia Asrat
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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Juicy (Remix)

I keep it juicy juicy, I eat that lunch (yeah)
She keep that booty booty, she keep that plump (yeah yeah)
That natural beauty beauty, yeah, yeah
If you could see it from the front, wait 'til you see it from the
Back, back, back, back, back (wait 'til you see it from the)
Back, back, yeah, back, back, back (wait 'til you see it from the)
Back, back, back, back, back (wait 'til you see it from the)
If you could see it from the front, wait 'til you see it from the back

He like the Doja with the Cat, yeah
He like it thick, he like it fat, yeah
Like to keep him wanting more
He ask me, "Doja, where you at, huh?"
And all them niggas wanna know
How long it take to pull my pants up, mmh, mmh, mmh
Broke a fingernail and then some, mmh
Tryna squeeze into my True Religion denim, mmh, mmh, mmh
Sell it big, don't wanna sell you light
I don't buy it, where the cellulite?
He said the body unbelievable, can't trust a big butt and a gemini

I keep it juicy juicy, I eat that lunch (yeah)
She keep that booty booty, she keep that plump (yeah yeah)
That natural beauty beauty, yeah, yeah
If you could see it from the front, wait 'til you see it from the
Back, back, back, back, back (wait 'til you see it from the)
Back, back, yeah, back, back, back (wait 'til you see it from the)
Back, back, back, back, back (wait 'til you see it from the)
If you could see it from the front, wait 'til you see it from the back

He spend the racks, he in the trap
I'm fit and fat, he live for that
Okay, he on his knees, attend the mass
He beg for that, I bend and snap
She keep it juicy just for papi, call me Buffy with the body
I just slipped into my savage and come over like a walkie
My fish like Takamaki, like a side of me with sake
So I put it in my mouth and suck it out like edamame, yeah
He go the hourglass, Coke bottle body, I got that
We got time and you're right on that
When I turn around and touch it
Keep your eyes on that, that, that, that, that, that

I keep it juicy juicy, I eat that lunch (yeah)
She keep that booty booty, she keep that plump (yeah yeah)
That natural beauty beauty, yeah, yeah
If you could see it from the front, wait 'til you see it from the
Back, back, back, back, back (wait 'til you see it from the)
Back, back, yeah, back, back, back (wait 'til you see it from the)
Back, back, back, back, back (wait 'til you see it from the)
If you could see it from the front, wait 'til you see it from the back

He like it plump, he need that, need the rump and need the thighs, he eat that
Eat that up, and in the night, he see that
In the dark, and in the ride he keep that
Keep it running, like it plump, he need that
Need the rump and need the thighs, he eat that
Eat that up and in the night, he see that
In the dark, and in the ride he keep that, keep it running

I keep it juicy juicy, I eat that lunch (yeah)
She keep that booty booty, she keep that plump (yeah yeah)
That natural beauty beauty, yeah, yeah
If you could see it from the front, wait 'til you see it from the
Back, back, back, back, back (wait 'til you see it from the)
Back, back, yeah, back, back, back (wait 'til you see it from the)
Back, back, back, back, back (wait 'til you see it from the)
If you could see it from the front, wait 'til you see it from the back
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Writer: Amala Zandile Dlamini, David Sprecher, Lukasz Gottwald, Lydia Asrat, Michael Stevenson
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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Hot Pink is a pop, R&B, and hip hop record containing elements of funk and soul. The albums features production from Doja herself, Yeti Beats, Tyson Trax, and others, with guest appearances from Smino, Gucci Mane, and Tyga.

In May 2020, Hot Pink peaked at number nine on the US Billboard 200, becoming Doja Cat's first top 10 entry on the chart. It has been certified double platinum in the United States by the Recording Industry Association of America (RIAA).

The album peaked in the top 40 of 12 other countries including the United Kingdom, Australia, Canada, Ireland, New Zealand, Sweden and Norway. It was nominated for Favorite Soul/R&B Album at the 2020 American Music Awards and Top R&B Album at the 2021 Billboard Music Awards.
Genre(s): Pop, hip hop, R&B
Producer(s): Ari PenSmith, Ben Billions, Blaq Tuxedo, Doja Cat, Fallen, Johng Beats, Kool Kojak, Kurtis McKenzie, Mike Crook, P2J, Salaam Remi, Tizhimself, Troy NöKA, Tyson Trax, Yeti Beats
Released: November 7th, 2019
Year: 2019

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