[Verse 1: Babe Field]
Female, fenile, femme fatale
I can do the moonwalk with my sneaks on
And my smile is ill
Haven't heard of my sk** set?
Are you convinced yet?
That I'm Aquafresh, Colgate, Oral-B
And the rest of you b**hes is Kid's Crest
I'm the 1 with 1, 2 for the 5, 7-7-3 for your 3-0-9
Lips so heaven, but it's Hell when I rhyme
All I really need is a minute
Cause I'm so lit in this b**h
But you knew that
Still some left so don't throw that
Wordplay like a Thursday Throwback
Cause I'm on that supersonic chronic
Making crowds rise like Push Pops
And I pop out
Only getting bigger, no crop-outs
You was talkin' sh** but we the cream of the crop now
Spot me in a drop-top, tryna pull my top down
But it's all business if you wanna get this biscuits
Spread that bu*ter, break the bank, like a Triscuit
Run up if you wanna, but I wouldn't risk it
We don't shoot blanks, you'll be buried in an instant
I got 24-inch weave
Looking like Christmas Eve
How about those apple crumb donuts?
I'm Krispee
And I'm sun-kissed, brown-skin, crispy
Halle Black-Berry
Dipped in Hershey's
Try to Kiss me
But don't be surprised if you get denied
I like to push 'em to the side
Like the sauce and fries
I'm not playing hard to get
I'm just hard to get, get it?
You can either let me live or get debted
[Hook: Babe Field]
Baby, can't you see?
Can't you see? (x3)
Baby, let me see (x3)
Baby, can't you see?
Can't you see? (x3)
Baby, let me see (x3)
Can't you see?
This is all for you
What you see
All I can offer you
Let me see
What you brought for me
Tastes so sweet
Giving you all of me