Hey Billie, you there?
You wanna guess the color of my underwear
You wanna know what I got goin’ on down there
Is it pretty in pink or all see-through?
Is it showin’ off my brand new lower-back tattoo?
You wanna put ’em in your mouth, pull ’em all down south
You wanna turn this shit out, that’s what I’m talkin’ about
Put ’em in your mouth, pull ’em all down south
You wanna turn this shit out, that’s what I’m talkin’ about
Yeah
Try it, bite it, lick it, spit it
Pull it to the side and get all up in it
Wear ’em, post ’em, might remix it
Send ’em to The Dare, yeah, I think he’s with it
Try it, bite it, lick it, spit it
Pull it to the side and get all up in it
Wear ’em, post ’em, might remix it
Eat it for lunch, yeah, it’s so delicious
Don’t have to guess the color of your underwear
Already know what you’ve got goin’ on down there
It’s that lacy black pair with the little bows
The ones I picked out for you in Tokyo
I saw them when you sat down, they were peekin’ out
I’m gonna tell you right now, they’re all I’m thinkin’ about
I wanna try it, bite it, lick it, spit it
Pull it to the side and get all up in it
Kiss it, bite it, can I fit it?
Charli likes boys, but she knows I’d hit it
Charli, call me if you’re with it
Yeah, guess, guess, guess, guess
Guess, guess, guess, guess
Guess, guess, guess, guess
Guess, guess, guess, guess
Guess, guess, guess, guess
Guess, guess, guess, guess
Guess, guess, guess, guess
Guess, guess, guess, guess
You wanna guess what me and Billie have been textin’ about?
You’ve been disrespectful
Still tryin’ to guess the password to my Google Drive
Are you obsessed with me?
You wanna guess the address of the party we’re at
You really are not invited
You wanna guess if we’re serious about this song
Singer-songwriter