[Verse 1]

Wait, before you press skip

Wasn't that your chick I French kissed?

Oups, phoqueyouanglish, tokebecicitte

Fleur de lys as I give 2 becs on your two lips

Not on your face, but below the waist

[Chorus]

With the taste of your lips, my glucose high

My doctor said that I might die

[Verse 2]

My dick trans, its pronoun is Hershey's

Is it gay if she finds it purdy?

I need bi chicks to come scissor me

Leave the pussies dead like Chivalry

[Chorus]

With the taste of your milk, I'm like a child

I will not come out of those thighs