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Doja Cat - Planet Her Album Lyrics



Doja Cat - Planet Her Lyrics






Woman

(Hey, woman)
(Hey, woman)

Hey, woman
Let me be your woman
Woman, woman, woman (ayy)
I can be your woman
Woman, woman, woman
Let me be your woman
Woman, woman, woman (ayy)
I can be your woman
Woman, woman, woman

What you need?
She give tenfold, come here, papa, plant your seed
She can grow it from her womb, a family
Provide lovin' overlooked and unappreciated, you see (yeah)
You can reciprocate
I got delicious taste
You need a woman's touch in your place
Just protect her and keep her safe
Baby, worship my hips and waist
So feminine with grace
I touch your soul when you hear me say
"Boy, let me be your woman"

Let me be your woman (daddy)
Woman, woman, woman (I know) (ayy)
I can be your woman (daddy)
Woman, woman, woman (I know)
Let me be your woman (daddy)
Woman, woman, woman (I know) (ayy)
I can be your woman (daddy)
Woman, woman, woman

I can be your lady, I'm a woman
I'm a motherf*cker but they got a problem
Put some babies in your life and take away the drama
Put that paper in a picture like a diorama
Gotta face a lot people that are opposite
'Cause the world told me, "We ain't got that common sense"
Gotta prove it to myself that I'm on top of shit
And you will never know a God without a Goddess
As honest as f*ckin' honest get
And I could be on everything
I mean I could be the leader, head of all the states
I could smile and jiggle it 'til his pockets empty
I could be the CEO, just look at Robyn Fenty
And I'ma be there for you 'cause you on my team, girl
Don't ever think you ain't hella these niggas dream girl
They wanna pit us against each other when we succeedin' for no reasons
They wanna see us end up like we Regina on Mean Girls
Princess or queen, tomboy or king (yeah)
You've heard a lot, you've never seen (nah)
Mother Earth, Mother Mary rise to the top
Divine feminine, I'm feminine (why?)

Woman (daddy)
Let me be your woman (let me be your)
Woman, woman, woman (I need to be your) (daddy)
I can be your woman (I know)
Woman, woman, woman (daddy)
Let me be your woman (I know)
Woman, woman, woman (daddy)
I can be your woman (I know)
Woman, woman, woman

(Hey, woman)
(Hey, woman) mm-mm
(Hey, woman) mm-mm, mm
(Hey, woman)
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Writer: Aaron Thomas Horn, Amala Zandile Dlamini, David Sprecher, Jidenna Mobisson, Jones Aynzli, Linden Jay
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Naked

Baby, you're so anxious
You can't take it
Can we take this off and get naked?
Can we take this off and get naked?
Can we take this off and get naked?
Said, baby, you're so anxious
You can't take it
Can we take this off and get naked?
Can we take this off and get naked?
Can we take this off and get naked? (Ah)

I don't think 'bout anybody
But being beside your body, baby
You can leave open windows
Don't care who see me out my clothes, baby
Yeah, I like bananas and peaches
And some might say it's indecent
That's just crazy (that's just crazy)
Can we start out at mine and then to yours?
Heels on, waiting at your door
I don't wanna play no more
Leave everything on the floor

You don't need a pole to see me strip
Only thing I want 'cept your lips
Take it to the top, boy, skinny dip
(So hot, your body on mine, your body on)
I don't even wanna get a grip
I just like it when you grab my hips
Can you feel it through your fingertips?

(How do I)
How do I keep these on?
How do I let you know?
Boy, you deserve a show
Deserve to get comfortable
It's only natural
I could tell when you lock the door
Just what was going on

Boy, can we take off all our clothes?
When can we take off all our clothes?
When can we take off all our clothes?
When can we take off all our clothes?

Baby, you're so anxious
You can't take it
Can we take this off and get naked?
Can we take this off and get naked?
Can we take this off and get naked?
Said, baby, you're so anxious
You can't take it
Can we take this off and get naked?
Can we take this off and get naked?
Can we take this off and get naked? (Ah)

Follow me to my dressing room
Let me know if you ain't bout that NSFW
Now it's safe to finish what we started
First impression of you is you really like to party
Swirling all up on ya 'cause I know you wanna dance
Let me cordially invite you to this party in my pants
How you got me sprung and don't say sorry in advance?
Show me all your tatts not just the ones that's on your hands
Who's your designer?
Is that birthday suit one of a kind? Uh
Everything about you like it's on purpose
God was working, probably took some extra time though
Ay, you all up in my curves like a puzzle piece, mh
Jigsaw, let me see your muscleces, mh
After we f*ck, I'ma wanna cuddle
We could take it to the kitchen
I'll be on the island, come and eat, mh

How do I keep these on?
How do I let you know?
Boy, you deserve a show
Deserve to get comfortable
It's only natural
I could tell when you lock the door
Just what was going on

Boy, can we take off all our clothes?
(Anxious, you can't take it)
(Can we take this off and get naked?) When can we take off all our clothes?
(Can we take this off and get naked?)
(Can we take this off and get naked?) When can we take off all our clothes?
(Said baby, anxious, you can't take it)
(Can we take this off and get naked?) When can we take off all our clothes?
(Can we take this off and get naked?)
(Can we take this off and get naked? Ah)

Touch, touch my body
Just touch, touch my body
Just touch me
Ay, touch my body, just
(Touch me, touch me) yeah
Touch, touch my body
Just touch, touch my body
Just touch me
Uh, touch my body, yeah
Touch me, baby

(Touch, touch my body)
(Just touch me, touch me, baby)
(I'll touch you)
(Touch my body, just, uh)
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Writer: Amala Zandile Dlamini, Al Shuckburgh, Daniel Gustav Peter Tjaeder, Kurtis McKenzie, Marcus Erik Joons
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Payday

All this money on me (me)
It don't mean a thing (thing)
See it in your dreams
I just spend it all on my team, and we go
Yeah, yeah, yeah
We gettin' pay day, day yeah
We're just gettin' by (by)
Savin' on the side (side)
I just can't believe
I got what I wanted all my life, now we go
Yeah, yeah, yeah
We gettin' pay day, day yeah

Say everything that I want (yeah)
I don't need it, I got it already
Tell me what you want, uh?
According to what'll get you ready, yeah, uh
I just keep drippin' like a f*ckin' mermaid, yeah
And drop a band to keep the smile on that face, yeah

And I'm bilingual, talkin' money conversations
And baby we are not the same, no mistakes, yeah (ain't no mistakes)
You gotta face it (you gotta face it)
'Cause it just keep addin' up and they run it up
And then add it up, and they run it, run it

All this money on me (me)
It don't mean a thing (thing)
See it in your dreams
I just spend it all on my team, and we go
Yeah, yeah, yeah
We gettin' pay day, day yeah
We're just gettin' by (by)
Savin' on the side (side)
I just can't believe
I got what I wanted all my life, now we go
Yeah, yeah, yeah
We gettin' pay day, day yeah

I be waitin' outside (yeah)
I be waitin' outside (yeah)
I don't care 'bout vibes
Baby, set that shit aside (yeah)
All your mama physics tell me you gon' blossom right
And your daddy got it f*cked up and I'm ready to ride (oh, yeah, yeah, oh, yeah)
I just wanted to love you, baby, tell me what you needin'
I don't f*ck with rascals for a reason (for a reason)
I done jot your problem down, yeah, I see that (oh, yeah, yeah, oh, yeah)
Bring my f*ckin' mistress 'fore I swing it, like Serena
And I know you feel my vibe, I'ma love you 'til we die (die)
Patek on my wrist, okay, it must be perfect timing
She like, "Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah"
I wanna see, baby, let me see (whoa)
Hope you wanna f*ck 'cause my money long like limousine
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah
(Oh, yeah, yeah, oh, yeah) yeah

And I'm bilingual, talkin' money conversations
And baby we are not the same, no mistakes, yeah (ain't no mistakes)
You gotta face it (you gotta face it)
'Cause it just keep addin' up and they run it up
And then add it up, and they run it, run it

All this money on me (me)
It don't mean a thing (thing)
See it in your dreams
I just spend it all on my team, and we go
Yeah, yeah, yeah
We gettin' pay day, day yeah
We're just gettin' by (by)
Savin' on the side (side)
I just can't believe
I got what I wanted all my life, now we go
Yeah, yeah, yeah
We gettin' pay day, day yeah

All this money on me (me)
It don't mean a thing (thing)
See it in your dreams
I just spend it all on my team, and we go
Yeah, yeah, yeah
We gettin' pay day, day yeah
We're just gettin' by (by)
Savin' on the side (side)
I just can't believe
I got what I wanted all my life, now we go
Yeah, yeah, yeah
We gettin' pay day, day yeah
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Writer: Amala Zandile Dlamini, Ari Starace, Jeffery Lamar Williams
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Get Into It (Yuh)

Yeah, ay
Hey, ay, yeah

They say I just got a buck (ay)
Get into it, yuh
Pop out with a truck (ha)
Get into it, yuh (yeah)
If you go to church
I said, get into it, yuh
And if she ain't got a butt (yeah)
Nah, f*ck it, get into it, yuh (yeah, ah, ah)
And I say I just got a buck
Get into it, yuh
Pop out with a truck
Get into it, yuh
If you go to church
Get into it, yuh
If she ain't got a butt
F*ck it, get into it, yuh (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Yeah, you just wanna party
You just want a lap dance
You just wanna pop up on these clowns like you're the Batman
You just wanna ball out in designer with your best friends
You don't wanna talk no more about it in the past tense
Get me out my zone, I'm just talking comfort, shawty
I ain't give you nothing you could come for, shawty
I got plenty things you make a run for, shawty
Call him Ed Sheeran, he in love with my body

They say I just got a buck (ay)
Get into it, yuh
Pop out with a truck (ha)
Get into it, yuh (yeah)
If you go to church
I said, get into it, yuh
And if she ain't got a butt (yeah)
Nah, f*ck it, get into it, yuh (yeah, ah, ah)
And I say I just got a buck
Get into it, yuh
Pop out with a truck
Get into it, yuh
If you go to church
Get into it, yuh
If she ain't got a butt
F*ck it, get into it, yuh (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Y'all need to get into the drip like a piranha
Y'all need to get into my drip like y'all need water
I mean, it's only head to toe, Balenciaga
I mean, y'all bitches better "yuh" like Ariana
If they ever tryna knock her, put my foot up in your caca
Call your mama and your papa
Like I'm finna take your daughter
Turn that bitch into a soccer ball and rocka, rocka, rocka (brrr)
Get into it like a suit
And f*ck a stock up like a broker

They say I just got a buck (yeah)
Get into it, yuh (ay)
Pop out with a truck (ha)
Get into it, yuh (pop out, pop out, pop, ay)
If you go to church
I said, get into it, yuh
And if she ain't got a butt
Nah, f*ck it, get into it, yuh (ah)
And I say I just got a buck (ay)
Get into it, yuh
Pop out with a truck (what?)
Get into it, yuh (yeah)
If you go to church (if you got church)
Get into it, yuh
If she ain't got a butt
F*ck it, get into it, yuh (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Thank you, Nicki, I love you
Got that big rocket launcher
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Writer: Amala Zandile Dlamini, Ari Starace, Sheldon Yu-Ting Cheung
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Need To Know

Yeah

Wanna know what it's like (like)
Baby, show me what it's like (like)
I don't really got no type (type)
I just wanna f*ck all night
Yeah-yeah, oh-whoa-whoa (oh, ooh, mmm)
Baby, I need to know, mmm (yeah, need to know)
I just been fantasizin' (size)
And we got a lotta time (time)
Baby, come throw the pipe (pipe)
Gotta know what it's like (like)
Yeah-yeah, oh-whoa-whoa
Baby, I need to know, mmm

What's your size? (Size)
Add, subtract, divide ('vide)
Daddy don't throw no curves (curves)
Hold up, I'm goin' wide (wide)
We could just start at ten (ten)
Then we can go to five (five)
I don't play with my pen (pen)
I mean what I write
Yeah-yeah, whoa-whoa-whoa
I just can't help but be sexual (whoa)
Tell me your schedule (yeah)
I got a lotta new tricks for you, baby
Just sayin' I'm flexible (I will)
I do what I can to get you off (I will)
Might just f*ck him with my makeup on (I will)
Eat it like I need an apron on (yeah, ay)
Eat it 'til I need to change my thong (yeah, ay)
We could do it to your favorite song (yeah, ay)
Take a ride into the danger zone
You know my nigga be buggin' me
I just be wonderin' if you can f*ck on me better
Itchin' for me like an ugly sweater
Need it in me like a Chuck E. need cheddar
I need to know (yeah)

Wanna know what it's like (like)
Baby, show me what it's like (like)
I don't really got no type (type)
I just wanna f*ck all night
Yeah-yeah, oh-whoa-whoa (oh, ooh, mmm)
Baby, I need to know, mmm (yeah, need to know)
I just been fantasizin' (size)
And we got a lotta time (time)
Baby, come throw the pipe (pipe)
Gotta know what it's like (like)
Yeah-yeah, oh-whoa-whoa
Baby, I need to know, mmm

You're exciting, boy, come find me
Your eyes told me, "Girl, come ride me"
F*ck that feeling both us fighting
Could he try me? (Yeah) mmm, most likely

Tryna see if you could handle this ass
Prolly give his ass a panic attack
Sorry if I gave a random erection
Prolly thinkin' I'm a telekinetic
Oh, wait, you a fan of the magic?
Poof, pussy like an Alakazam (yeah)
I heard from a friend of a friend
That that dick was a ten out of ten
I can't stand it, just one night me
Clink with the drink, gimme a sip
Tell me what's your kink, gimme the dick
Spank me, slap me, choke me, bite me (ew)
Uh, wait, I can take it (ah)
Give a f*ck 'bout what your wifey's sayin' (yeah)

Wanna know what it's like (like)
Baby, show me what it's like (like)
I don't really got no type (type)
I just wanna f*ck all night
Yeah-yeah, oh-whoa-whoa (oh, ooh, mmm)
Baby, I need to know, mmm (yeah, need to know)
I just been fantasizin' (size)
And we got a lotta time (time)
Baby, come throw the pipe (pipe)
Gotta know what it's like (like)
Yeah-yeah, oh-whoa-whoa
Baby, I need to know, mmm
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Writer: Amala Zandile Dlamini, Lukasz Gottwald
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid




I Dont Do Drugs

You know you got me f*cked up
Got me on stuck, chasing that rush
Had to give in, couldn't give up
I just want you but I don't do drugs

Still I want you, ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh
All I want is you, ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh

Baby, I've been in my bag
You don't really hit me back
'Cause I feel like I'm attached
Should've never kissed you back
Ever since I fell in love
Not quite like being trapped
More like a sickness that
Keeps me addicted bad

Hard for me to let you go (let you go, let you go)
My body wouldn't let me hide it (hide it)
No matter what, I wouldn't fold (wouldn't fold, wouldn't fold)
Fightin' through the thunder, lightning

(Oh)
Forgive me, I brought it upon myself
(Oh)
Needed a fix of you, not just a kiss from you
I needed more

You know you got me f*cked up
Got me on stuck, chasing that rush
Had to give in, couldn't give up
I just want you, but I don't do drugs

Still I want you, ooh-ooh (all I want is my baby)
Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh (all I want is my baby)
Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh (all I want is my baby)
(My baby, my baby)
All I want is you, ooh-ooh (all I want is my baby)
Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh (all I want is my baby)
Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh (all I want is my baby)
(My baby, my baby)

Tryna stay in my lane
I should play on the safe side
But you f*ckin' me up on this FaceTime
Faded, pouring all over you
Know exactly what I wanna do
So baby, can you eat it from the back?
Got me purring like I'm Doja Cat
Keep me in your bag 'cause you wanna hear me say I'm coming back
But this time I want some more, just make it last, ooh-whoa

(Ah)
It's hard for me to let you go (let you go)
My body wouldn't let me hide it
No matter what, I wouldn't fold (wouldn't fold)
Ridin' through the thunder, lightning

(Oh)
Forgive me, I brought it upon myself
(Oh)
Needed a fix of you, not just a kiss from you
I needed more

You know you got me f*cked up
Got me on stuck, chasing that rush
Had to give in, couldn't give up (I couldn't give up)
I just want you but I don't do drugs

Still I want you, ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh (all I want is you, baby)
Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh (all I want is you, oh)
All I want is you, ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh (all I really want is you)
Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh (yeah)
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Writer: Amala Zandile Dlamini, Ari Starace, Ariana Grande, Sheldon Yu-Ting Cheung
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Love To Dream

I know what you mean
You don't f*ck with randoms
I got everything, everything but real love
I got in my head, I bet you could get me back out
Or you could leave me there 'cause

We just love to dream
In my fantasy, when you woke up, oh
It's not you, baby, it's just me
I don't believe what I just lost

I don't want to close my eyes
Nobody wants to fall (fall), after they did it all (all)
I wonder if I left my body there, would I
Die right in my sleep (sleep)? But in reality ('ty)
It could feel like anything is possible
When I hear you speak, it really drives it deep
Woke up in a sweat in the middle of the night
It's getting under my skin, baby
I won-wonder why I do

I know what you mean
You don't f*ck with randoms
I got everything, everything but real love
I got in my head, I bet you could get me back out
Or you could leave me there 'cause

We just love to dream
In my fantasy, when you woke up, oh
It's not you, baby, it's just me
I don't believe what I just lost
(I say, I say)

And I say, "Ooh, stop it", ay
I look a little like 'Nashe, ay
You look a little exhausted, ay
We should say no to the party, ay (huh)
Take me home in the Bugatti, ay (yeah)
Hope you like a little tears, put it on his tea
Like your my yerba mate, ay
Jump in bed without my bonnet, ah (my bonnet)
Take a minute for the finer things (yeah)
I don't even want to sleep
You just want some weed, blow it in my china bang
I be havin' hella dreams
Wakin' up in sheets feelin' like a tidal wave
Hit me if you want it right away
If he hit me with the morning sex
Sure hit him with apologies
Kicks on him with a pile of J's
Bricks on him with a dick on him
Put a fit on him with the Prada shades
Pics on him and I ride away
(How much do you want it?) Twice a day
(Four times) on the holidays (yeah)
King come through, your dream's come true
And trust me you won't ever fall asleep

I know what you mean
You don't f*ck with randoms
I got everything, everything but real love
I got in my head, I bet you could get me back out
Or you could leave me there 'cause (oh, baby, baby)

We just love to dream
In my fantasy, when you woke up, oh (oh, baby, baby)
It's not you, baby, it's just me
I don't believe what I just lost

Na-na, na-na-na-na
Na-na, na-na-na-na (ohh)
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Writer: Amala Ratna Dlamini, Jamil Chammas, Khaled Rohaim, Kurtis Isaac McKenzie, Maciej Margol-Gromada, Siddharth Mallick
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, REACH MUSIC PUBLISHING, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




You Right

I got a man, but I want you
I got a man, but I want you
And it's just nerves, it's just dick
Makin' me think 'bout someone new
You know I got so much to say
I try to hide it in my face
And it don't work, you see through
That I just want get wit' you
And you're right

You right, I got my guy
But I, I, can't help it, I want you
Said, you right, I got my guy
But I, I, can't help it I want you

I can't stop and look the other way
'Cause I know what could be, babe
And you never feel the same
You'd be thinkin' 'bout it every day
Don't believe in fairytales, but we got our fantasies
And it's me and you, no she
Tryna be all through your sheets
Have you all on top of me
Acting like it's not that deep
Boy, you can take it out on me
Tell me what it's 'bout to be
Really feel it's bound to be
I can't tell no one but they all know

I got a man, but I want you
I got a man, but I want you
And it's just nerves, it's just dick
Makin' me think 'bout someone new
You know I got so much to say
I try to hide it in my face
And it don't work, you see through
That I just want get wit' you
And you're right

You right, I got my guy (you right, you right, I)
But I, I, can't help it I want you
Said, you right, I got my guy (you right, you right, I)
But I, I, can't help it I want you

Girl, I want you like you want me too
I feel that energy (ooh, yeah)
When you're on top of me (oh, yeah)
I know your man, he ain't controllin' you
But you still hesitate (ooh, no)
'Cause you chose loyalty (oh, yeah)
And I know your history, met him before your peak (hey, hey)
He's so connected to that woman that you used to be
But-but-but this sex will cloud your memory
A couple strokes to put it in, then you'll belong to me

I got a man, but I want you
I got a man, but I want you (oh)
And it's just nerves, it's just dick
Makin' me think 'bout someone new
You know I got so much to say
I try to hide it in my face
And it don't work, you see through
That I just want get wit' you (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
And you're right

You right, I got my guy (you right, you right, I)
But I, I, can't help it I want you
Said, you right, I got my guy (you right, you right, I)
But I, I, can't help it I want you
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Writer: Amala Zandile Dlamini, Abel Tesfaye, Lukasz Gottwald
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Been Like This

Since you've been like this
Baby, I don't really wanna be in like this
Ever since you've been like this
Baby, I don't really wanna be in like this

See you've been changin', baby
In good ways and bad ways
Can't say what I say, it's far too late
And I think you've made me, baby
Made me too nervous
Cryin' and this hurt and I gotta tell you why

Since you've been like this (this, this, this)
Baby, I don't really wanna be in like this (this, this, this)
Ever since you've been like this (this, this, this)
Baby, I don't really wanna be in like this (this, this, this)

Who is frontin', baby?
We don't have fun these days
It's more than complicated, ah
(Could've said you wasn't wit' it)
Told me to stop my whining
When you gave up I tried
I gave you all this time
Gave you my everything
Said I can do this all night, baby
Said I was actin' out of line, maybe
Can't put my trauma to the side
When you told me I was lyin'
Had me feelin' I could die, baby
I seen a grown man cry, baby
To see you do it, ain't special, no
Wonder when I ain't there
What the f*ck you've been sayin'
Talking 'bout how I say shit, oh
And I know it might mess you up
Hate me, gon' get you love
Ain't nobody gon' set you up
I ain't even gon' sweat you, love
And we'll never be friends like this
God couldn't forgive like this
Way I really went in like this
Thank God I ain't been like this, yeah

Since you've been like this (this, this, this)
Baby, I don't really wanna be in like this (this, this, this)
Ever since you've been like this (this, this, this)
Baby, I don't really wanna be in like this (this, this, this)

Since you've been like this
I bless your heart (like this)
But I, I can't take no more (like this)
I bless your heart (like this)
But I, I can't take no more

(Baby, I don't really wanna be in like this)
(Since you've been like this)
(Baby, I don't really wanna be in like this)
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Writer: Aaron Booe, Amala Zandile Dlamini, David Sprecher, Gerard Powell, Margaux Alexis Rosalena Whitney
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Options

I don't need lovin'
Late night, cuffin'
Take it all off, you naughty
Put it back on, then pause it
Kitchen, vibin', bedroom, closet
Takin' it elsewhere, maybe
You know we both got options

I know you faded, boy
I feel it wearin' off
Went to get Hen' and Coke
I like the way you talk, yeah
I couldn't give a f*ck
Givin' him paranoia
He just wanna smash on tour
F*ckin' for the new velours
I like it when you with me all night
I can't imagine what you might try
Yeah, you so full of surprises
Guess you one of my vices
You want a picket fence and a wife
You never change your mind when I cry
Yeah, I see you flossin', you know it
Droppin' your jaw when the drawers hit the floor

I don't need lovin'
Late night, cuffin'
Take it all off, you naughty
Put it back on, then pause it
Kitchen, vibin', bedroom, closet
Takin' it elsewhere, maybe
You know we both got options

You can count on me
To never count on you
I'm only down for you
We put it down, baby, well, I, I

She wanna f*ck a nigga like she love me
She got a lover but I might get lucky
But you got me on a drain like drunkie
Lookin' at the junk in your trunk like a junkie
We don't speak, just f*ck twice a week
And if she like freaks, we must try a threesome
Do it on the beach, in the sand, let me see somethin'
Seashells, on the shore, I'm a beach bum
Finna eat somethin', when you come
Baby, don't you wanna let me know?
Layin' in my bed like a vegetable
Love when you say, "Never let me go"
Just like a pro, you professional
Stand on your hand 'cause you flexible
Now she tryna f*ck me in the restroom
Or the parking lot at the restaurant
Anywhere, everywhere, anytime, I

I don't need lovin'
Late night, cuffin'
Take it all off, you naughty
Put it back on, then pause it
Kitchen, vibin', bedroom, closet
Takin' it elsewhere, maybe
You know we both got options

I don't need lovin'
Late night, cuffin'
Take it all off, you naughty
Put it back on, then pause it
Kitchen, vibin', bedroom, closet
Takin' it elsewhere, maybe
You know we both got options
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Writer: Amala Zandile Dlamini, Andrew M. Cohen, Ari Starace, Destin Route
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Aint Shit

Man
This happened one, two, three times too much
These dumb-ass niggas

Niggas ain't shit
Come up in yo' crib
All up in yo' fridge
Can't pay rent
Look at what you did
Listen to your friends
When they said
"Niggas ain't shit" 'cause

Niggas ain't shit
Come up in yo' crib
All up in yo' fridge
Can't pay rent
Look at what you did
Listen to your friends
When they said
"Niggas ain't shit" 'cause (um)

You can say that again
Niggas is square, like Madison
I can't even really get mad at them
They fall, then I gotta face palm
Shook him like a 8-ball, and it's embarrassing
Ten page text, should've wrote a book, could've made a bag
But he broke, and he still waitin' 'til I can chill
And he really think I'ma get back to him
Doing too much, relax a bit
Acting like that 'cause your dad's a bitch
Must be the way that the planets is
Must be your face, 'cause it's not your dick
I'm a freak not a masochist
Should've known you had the baddest bitch
Left on read and can't give head
Really you ain't shit, need a laxative

Niggas ain't shit
Come up in yo' crib
All up in yo' fridge
Can't pay rent
Look at what you did
Listen to your friends
When they said
"Niggas ain't shit" 'cause

Niggas ain't shit
Come up in yo' crib
All up in yo' fridge
Can't pay rent
Look at what you did
Listen to your friends
When they said
"Niggas ain't shit", 'cause

Said that's not cheating if I wasn't with yo' ass, yo (it's not)
You kept secrets and yo' cousin told me that, so (yo' cousin)
Logical thinking is just something that you lack, so
What you even mad for? Looking like a stick up in yo' asshole
I'm not yo' mommy, nigga (nope)
Find a new hobby, nigga (oh, shit)
Return, yo, 'fore I get picked up
Yo' shits in the lobby, nigga (go off)
I'm not gon' key your car ('kay)
Or call your f*cking mom (woo)
You should've payed my rent (woo)
Go get a f*cking job (ahh)

Niggas ain't shit
Come up in yo' crib
All up in yo' fridge
Can't pay rent
Look at what you did
Listen to your friends
When they said
"Niggas ain't shit" 'cause

Niggas ain't shit
Come up in yo' crib
All up in yo' fridge
Can't pay rent
Look at what you did
Listen to your friends
When they said
"Niggas ain't shit" 'cause
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Writer: Amala Zandile Dlamini, David Sprecher, Gerard Powell, Kurtis Mckenzie, Roget Lutfi Chahayed
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Imagine

Imagine, imagine
Put the studio in the mansion
Pull up in the new high fashion
Pull up just like, "Ooh, you a baddie"
Imagine, imagine
Put the studio in the mansion
Pull up in the new high fashion
I pull up just like, "Ooh, you a baddie"

You couldn't be more wrong
We show up and show out
Five hundred racks, sold out
I never been more proud
Need more light on me (bum, bum)
Shine on me
This my final form
Tell 'em all, "Chile, please"
Baby, I blow your mind (spend that)
By all means
(Pussy on) dynamite
(Gimme that) dine on me

Imagine, imagine
Put the studio in the mansion
Pull up in the new high fashion
Pull up just like, "Ooh, you a baddie"
Imagine, imagine
Put the studio in the mansion
Pull up in the new high fashion
I pull up just like, "Ooh, you a baddie"

All this work (this work) paid off (off)
When they had no faith at all (faith at all)
One min' living bummy, then go pray to God (pray to God)
F*ck around and go, completely unrelatable
Like imagine (imagine), imagine
Thick as f*ck but all I eat is salad
Saucin' with my thousands on a island
Got imagination 'cause I'm childish

Imagine, imagine
Put the studio in the mansion
Pull up in the new high fashion
Pull up just like, "Ooh, you a baddie"
Imagine, imagine
Put the studio in the mansion
Pull up in the new high fashion
I pull up just like, "Ooh, you a baddie"
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Writer: Amala Zandile Dlamini, Dave Tourtellete, Gerard A. Powell II, Mike Hector
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Alone

Baby, when you fought me at the door
Kinda hard to force what's natural
Maybe you don't want what you need most
Is it crazy I'm not scared to be alone?
Now, I barely need ya
Do what you do best and be (alone)
Gotta tell him, "Rest in peace"
Bet you thought I'd die (alone)
It don't make sense to me
But I'll keep my head up high (alone)
You ain't even there for me
Now you're scared to be (alone)

Too many drinks to think about you
I had too many thoughts to you let you wander
Now you're an afterthought, I lost ya
And now you want me, babe, you want me, but it's bye
Givin' me reasons to fly
Pack all my shit and be wise
Jump in the ride
Hit up my dude on the side
Like look what you do to the side
You get the vibe
Either we f*ck or we fight
But I got the feelin' you right
I'm out my mind
Doesn't make sense when I cry
If we can't make up, 'least we try

Baby, when you fought me at the door (fought me at the door)
Kinda hard to force what's natural (oh, oh, oh)
Maybe you don't want what you need most (oh, oh, oh)
Is it crazy I'm not scared to be alone? (Yeah)

I ain't wanna share my dreams when it involves you
Not the man I need (yeah)
Started feelin' like I failed my team
Missin' gigs for you, bet you never felt like me
Different levels to the game, that's fair
Spendin' bands last week while your ass act cheap (yeah)
Lonely at the top while your ass miles deep
Got me thinkin' that you scared of yourself, not me
Impossible, from a Prius to gold carriages
Middle finger to you so you see what a whole karat is
I need a answer, a reader of more tarots
You couldn't tell that the both of us needed a whole therapist
I made you fam when I greeted your whole parents
But later, I realized they ain't teach you what no sharin' is
I know you hearin' this, I know you scared of it
But bein' lonely better than needs to control, cherish it (oh, oh, oh)

Baby, when you fought me at the door (when you fought me at the door)
Kinda hard to force what's natural (oh, oh, oh)
Maybe you don't want what you need most (oh, oh, oh)
Is it crazy I'm not scared to be alone?
Now I barely need ya (I barely need ya)
Do what you do best and be (alone)
Gotta tell him, "Rest in peace"
Bet you thought I'd die (alone)
It don't make sense to me
But I'll keep my head up high (alone)
You ain't even there for me
Now you're scared to be (alone)

(Alone)
Now you scared to be (alone)
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Writer: Amala Zandile Dlamini, David Sprecher, Geordan Reid-Campbell, Laura Evans Roy, Linden Jay, Troy Noka
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Kiss Me More

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 f*ckin' somethin'
But we could be corny, f*ck 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, f*ck 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
F*ckin' 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
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Writer: Amala Zandile Dlamini, Carter Lang, David Sprecher, Gerard Powell, Lukasz Gottwald, Roget Lutfi Chahayed, Solana Rowe, Stephen Alan Kipner, Terry Shaddick
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




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The album is titled after a fictional planet created by Doja Cat. It is an amalgamation of pop, hip hop, and R&B styles. Lyrically, the album touches on femininity, solitude, romance, and sexuality, among other topics.

It reached number one in New Zealand and spent four non-consecutive weeks at its peak of number two on the US Billboard 200 chart. Landing inside the top ten of thirteen countries, it finished 2021 as the world's tenth best-selling album that year.

Planet Her was positively received by most music critics, who praised the sonic versatility and vocal deliveries. The album was nominated for Album of the Year and Best Pop Vocal Album at the 64th Annual Grammy Awards.
Performed By: Doja Cat
Genre(s): Pop, hip hop, R&B
Producer(s): Doja Cat, Yeti Beats, Al Shux, Aaron Bow, Rogét Chahayed, Digi, Mayer Hawthorne, Mike Hector, Linden Jay, Dr. Luke, Kurtis McKenzie, Sully, Tizhimself, Y2K
Released: June 25th, 2021
Year: 2021

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