Traps
Lyrics
Hey, fun-size, is it your first time?
Let me show you things
That they warned you about
You've got bite, I like that
You're gonna need it
You're not making it easy for me
Strutting 'round here in those pumpum shorts
Twist for me, bend for me
We can do it if you like?
There you go-go
Looking like a snack
Cute like Bambi
But your headed to a trap
Meet me in the boom boom room
And we can do what you like
I wanna be your education
I wanna be your contact high
Lick-lick-lick, lickety split
Raise the stakes
Talk dirty to me
Your so maverick, you're a bit of me
You can get it anytime that you want
Chills
They run down my spine, they're multiplying
Feels
I'm supposed to say no
But then there
But then there
But then there
There you go-go
Looking like a snack
Cute like Bambi
But your headed to a trap (it's a trap)
Meet me in the boom boom room
And we can do what you like
I wanna to be your education
I wanna to be your contact high
I wanna be your contact high
I gotta be your contact high
Don't be like that
Tell me your name
I'm just trying to get next to you
Sweet like Mary Jane
Writer(s): Justin Harris, Kele Okereke, Louise Bartle, Russell Lissack
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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