Like 1, 2

What you try′na do

I got 3, 4Bitches knocking on my door

But like 5, 6

Baby you so perfect

I don't want these other hoes ′cause these hoes ain't with the shits

But you are, yes you are the one

Count your kisses in the rain and your freckles in the sun

And I think I'm loving you, but I′m loving you too much

But I can treat you right, and then we can make a run

Like 1, 2

What you try′na do

I got 3, 4

Bitches knocking on my door

But like 5, 6

Baby you so perfect

I don't want these other hoes ′cause these hoes ain't with the shits

But you are, yes you are the one

Count your kisses in the rain and your freckles in the sun

And I think I′m loving you, 'm loving you too much

But can treat you right, and then we can make a run

Like what, aye, 6, 7, 8

I just want your love, and I know I′m super late but

You come from above, and you glisten like a lake but

Girl you like a dove, and you sweeter than a cake but

What, aye

Think about you everyday

You said that I would make it but right now todays the day

And I'm dreaming bout your eyes, 'cause your eyes they a-okay but

I can treat you right baby girl and save the day

Like I just want to see you smile

Everything is worth a while

When it comes to you, ain′t nobody can deserve you now

Hoping you don′t swerve me now

I don't wanna see you frown

I wanna be your boo, but you′re playing and don't love me now

Like I just want to see you smile

Everything is worth a while

When it comes to you, ain′t nobody can deserve you now

Hoping you don't swerve me now

I don′t wanna see you frown

I wanna be your boo, but you're playing and don't love me now

Like 1, 2

What you try′na do

I got 3, 4

Bitches knocking on my door

But like 5, 6

Baby you so perfect

I don′t want these other hoes 'cause these hoes ain′t with the shits

But you are, yes you are the one

Count your kisses in the rain and your freckles in the sun

And I think I'm loving you, I′m loving you too much

But I can treat you right, and then we can make a run

Like 1, 2

What you tryna do

I got 3, 4

Bitches knocking on my door

But like 5, 6

Baby you so perfect

I don't want these other hoes ′cause these hoes ain't with the shits

But you are, yes you are the one

Count your kisses in the rain and your freckles in the sun

And I think I'm loving you, I′m loving you too much

But I can treat you right, and then we can make a run like