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Doja Cat - Vie Album Lyrics



Doja Cat - Vie Lyrics






Cards


A little more back and forth
A little more catch and throw, baby
The more we can clear this smoke
A little further I'll go
And maybe in time we'll know
Maybe you'll fall in love, baby
Maybe we'll win some hearts
Gotta just play your cards

Play your cards right
Play your cards right
Play your cards right
Play your cards right

Baby, be good to me
I don't care who's with me
Callin' me mon cherie
Tryna get in my hosiery
If you got notes for me
I ain't no employee
Gimme that two for three
Or you'll be losing me

If you catch it, I'll be on the floor
Can you pull my body off the bar?

A little more back and forth
A little more catch and throw, baby
The more we can clear this smoke
A little further I'll go
And maybe in time we'll know
Maybe you'll fall in love, baby
Maybe we'll win some hearts
Gotta just play your cards

Play your cards right (right, right, right)
Play your cards right
Play your cards right (right, right, right)
Play your cards right

Hey there, stranger
Take you where you want, you could say where, stranger
If you play fair, stranger
It's all you could eat while I lay there stranger
Girls turned on by danger
I'm turned on when he run that bank up
He's turned on when I fill this tank up
No bra, fresh beat, watch him scrunch his face up
I'm enough to wait for
Move too quick and you off the roster
Break bread, nigga, don't twirl the pasta
Hand on my ass, that'll stir the block up
I ain't just some girl on your notch
And not many men make me nervous a lot
Uh, might splurge on the yacht
I'm tryna figure out if he deserve it or not
You got a way with your words, so they flock
Playin' all your cards right first and it's hot
Show me that you got the nerve and the chops
Maybe then you could get the permanent spot

A little more back and forth
A little more catch and throw, baby
The more we can clear this smoke
A little further I'll go
And maybe in time we'll know
Maybe you'll fall in love, baby
Maybe we'll win some hearts
Gotta just play your cards

Play your cards right
Play your cards right
Play your cards right
Play your cards right
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Writer: Amala Zandile Dlamini
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.






Jealous Type


Boy, let me know if this is careless, I
Could be torn between two roads that I just can't decide
Which one is leading me to hell or paradise?
Baby, I can't hurt you, sure, but I'm the jealous type
I'm the jealous type

He loves me
But he can't hold this above me
When my eyes are green, I'm ugly
You're vain and hip to rushing
I'm so over-tired
I will not wait in this lane
Never seen you cry
You're mine

Boy, let me know if this is careless, I (let me know)
Could be torn between two roads that I just can't decide (just can't decide)
Which one is leading me to hell or paradise? (Oh)
Baby, I can't hurt you, sure, but I'm the jealous type
I'm the jealous type

Oh, I'm jealous, baby, yeah, I'm jealous
Oh, I'm jealous, baby, I'm the jealous type
Oh, I'm jealous, baby, yeah, I'm jealous
Oh, I'm jealous, baby, I'm the jealous type

I said, "You wanna do what now with who?"
I don't need a pin-drop or a text tonight
I ain't even coming out with you
You don't wanna show me off to your ex or your friends tonight
Nigga, you must be on molly
'Cause y'all ain't kick it when we started up
And if she really was a friend like you said she was
I would've been locked in, but I called your bluff, ha
No girl enjoys trying to tough it out for a party boy
Everyone wants you and you love all the noise
You want what you can have, but I made a choice
I'm not your type (Boy, let me know)

Boy, let me know if this is careless, I
Could be torn between two roads that I just can't decide (I can't decide)
Which one is leading me to hell or paradise?
Baby, I can't hurt you, sure, but I'm the jealous type
I'm the jealous type

Oh, I'm jealous, baby, yeah, I'm jealous
Oh, I'm jealous, baby, I'm the jealous type
Oh, I'm jealous, baby, yeah, I'm jealous
Oh, I'm jealous, baby, I'm the jealous type
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Writer: Ari Starace, Jack Antonoff, Amala Dlamini
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC






AAAHH MEN!


She wants a man
A man she gets

Hahaha

It's a fight to the death
There's a gun to my head
An impossible friend
Would you take every bet?
And put it all in one bag
Ah, men
Uh, ah, men
Ah, men (check this out)
Ah

That's a tight suit, motherf*cker
Those some nice boots, motherf*cker
Why you always got light 'tude, little brother?
Actin' like we both in high school, motherf*cker
Word on the street's you a bird and a beast
Boys wanna grab a handful, I'm hurting a cheek
Why y'all got stereotypes? Being sneaky, don't you ever let me catch you around these streets
You know all the bad boys don't treat us nice
So I give a niece teet like Keira Knightley
Do I look like I won't be pregnant?
Tryna buss out of it, like Leroy Jenkins
It's got me aching, it's got me thinking
Nigga am I gay or am I just angry?
Am I impatient? I kiss, I bathe in him, and I'm insatiable
I love the taste of her

And I have too much tolerance
You ugly and fine as shit
And if I had more common sense
Then I would grab my ride and dip
And I have too much tolerance
You ugly and fine as shit
And if I had more common sense
Then I would grab my ride and dip
It's a fight to the death

There's a gun to my head (ah, men)
Mm
An impossible friend (aye)
Mm
Would you take every bet? (Check this out)
And put it all in one bag

You're so fake
With your stupid chain
You assume I'll wait
When you look my way (my way)
I feel shame
'Cause you're such a pain
I'm a demon, ay (ya)
What's your DNA

She got the Tom Ford down, yes we do this
Ninjas steamroll past they be Kenny
For real though
Gotta pack a smith like Willow
Ten toes down as a duvet pillow
Two-faced, you say, you get zero
You act like you'll get a movie, limo
Two chains, dinner and smooched down mellow
And all new fans yellin' "You my hero"
Men needa cry, more boys needa work
But not when he beg his employee to flirt (ah)
Ain't nobody finna force me to twerk
When you're finished with your goon sesh, join me in church
One word away from a six-foot hoe
And that lace front cleared, if I point it can turn
If one get higher, we all need a show
They're enjoying the view, let a girl get a turn

And I have too much tolerance
You ugly and fine as shit
And if I had more common sense
Then I would grab my ride and dip
And I have too much tolerance
You ugly and fine as shit
And if I had more common sense
Then I would grab my ride and dip
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Writer: Amala Ratna Zandile Dlamini, Glen Larson, Stu Phillips, Jack Antonoff
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.






Couples Therapy


She just wants him to be involved
He just wants her to finally notice
They just need one more push to cope
Can we both detangle our souls?
This argument's been in the oven
We can't always be in control

Are you alone with me?
No one meets all your needs
Let the truth set you free
Maybe we needed couples' therapy

Leave me on read and fill my head with thoughts of dread
I feel so abandoned
But do you wanna change? 'Cause I know that I could too
Yeah, lemme talk to you
Gotta undo my selfish habits

They can hold that for you, that pain, that stress
Let go all past worries, let's face it
I wanna be the doctor and be the medication
I can't, but I know I'm booking us a vacation to Cannes
ADHD and some crazy ass friends
10 mg's and I do my dance
Cussing you out, you the one I resent
Cussing you out, I delete and re-send
Sorry, I got three selves, one's 12
Sorry, you gave me hell once felt
Sorry, honeymoon phase over now
Lock in, listen to me, baby, 'cause I ain't done talkin'
We can be angry, but can we be honest?
You been so fed up with the same ol' problems
Got a lot of bags, but you ain't know about it
You love this, but you so anal about it

Are you alone with me?
No one meets all your needs
Let the truth set you free
Maybe we needed couples' therapy

Boy, let it free with truth
I lent my heart to you
It's always taken two
So do you understand?
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Writer: Amala Ratna Zandile Dlamini, Benjamin Boukris, Jack Antonoff
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.






Gorgeous


If they wasn't grillin' before
They gon' be really mad when we hit the floor
It's a crime to be gorgeous
Between you and a million phones
They takin' pictures like we hittin' a pose
It's alright to be honest
Even when we sit in the dark
I feel the prettiest that you ever saw
Are your eyes even open?
It ain't ever really our fault
We make a killing being so beautiful
It's a crime to be gorgeous

It's a crime to be gorgeous
It's a crime to be gorgeous
It's a crime to be gorgeous
It's a crime

Babe I just called to tell you how much I love you
And how amazingly beautiful that you are
Oh my God, how uplifting and inspiring you've been for me
For all this time, and I love you and no one even can be funnier or smarter

Look at me
Look at me

Yeah, look at me, really look at me
Loaded the magazine, they throwin' the book at me
I'm bookin' it 80 miles per hour 'cause my jewelry
I'm cookin' some collard greens, I ain't got no room for these
Then I got surgery 'cause of scrutiny
But he like my before and after pictures, he cool wit' these
I took off the wig and put some mousse on my new 4C
I put on the wig and take it off as I damn well please
I look like my family, I don't need to brag
Titty used to sag, least she got some ass
Can't avoid the pap, can't even avoid the cash
Yeah, you beautiful, baby, but you got more than that
Pretty hurts, don't talk to me 'bout Brazilians
After that wax, you thought you wanted to kill him
But now you walkin' 'round like you one in a million
He lookin' at me like he want some beautiful children

If they wasn't grillin' before
They gon' be really mad when we hit the floor
It's a crime to be gorgeous
Between you and a million phones
They takin' pictures like we hittin' a pose
It's alright to be honest
Even when we sit in the dark
I feel the prettiest that you ever saw
Are your eyes even open?
It ain't ever really our fault
We make a killing being so beautiful
It's a crime to be gorgeous

(It's all we need, it's all we want) It's a crime to be gorgeous
(It's all we need, it's all we want) It's a crime to be gorgeous
(It's all we need, it's all we want) It's a crime to be gorgeous
(It's all we need, it's all we want) It's a crime

She like white gold in her hardware
With an install and a long nail
With a eyelash and it's glued on
She ain't so Christian in Louboutins
And now she got contacts but no close friends
And she lasered all that hair off
And she thank God for that Emsculpt
She wanna be chic when it's inspired by Heron
Ah, there you go with that smile again
She stay in school but she more privy to collagen
Aw, now you on botched again
You oughta cut off all them Khias, they toxic, friend, ah
You gettin' showered in compliments, huh (I do)
You feel empowered but not within
I mean I only got myself to appeal to (I do)
They got they nose up judging me, but ain't all of 'em real
So if they wasn't grilling

If they wasn't grillin' before
They gon' be really mad when we hit the floor
It's a crime to be gorgeous
Between you and a million phones
They takin' pictures like we hittin' a pose
It's alright to be honest
Even when we sit in the dark
I feel the prettiest that you ever saw
Are your eyes even open?
It ain't ever really our fault
We make a killing being so beautiful
It's a crime to be gorgeous

(It's all we need, it's all we want) It's a crime to be gorgeous
(It's all we need, it's all we want) It's a crime to be gorgeous
(It's all we need, it's all we want) It's a crime to be gorgeous
(It's all we need, it's all we want) It's a crime to be gorgeous
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Writer: Amala Ratna Zandile Dlamini, George Bedford Daniel, Jack Michael Antonoff, Kurtis McKenzie, Lee Stashenko, Mark Anthony Spears, Stavros Adamantios Tsarouhas
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.






Stranger


We could be strange
At least we're not the same
And we have our right to
It's our right to

You can walk with my cane
And change my last name
Just to know I like you
'Cause I like few (oh)

And I know you're in my life 'cause everything that is alive's connected
And I believe the weirdest ones survive
You're a trip to them and a vacation to me
And God knows you could be stranger than me
So kiss me like your mirror, eye me like your queer
Nothing you do could freak me out

They calling us names
And every day pray we cave
You're braver than you know (oh)
You've given so much hope

Yeah
Said chip tooth with a broken nose
5'10" and I don't even need a vodka soda
Call me over to watch some White Lotus
And after maybe we could rearrange the sofas
I need a man with a sense of humor
Beliefs aligned and zen like Buddha
Got equal parts of sex and cuteness
One look in your eyes, it could execute ya
Girls can't tell that he fine off rip
'Cause he don't look like he like dick
But if he liked it, I'd still like him
As a freak, I can admit that and he likes it
With each crowd, we proud we don't fit
And ain't nobody here gets our schtick
So if we split, it'll be like two halves
Ain't nobody in the world got what you have

And I know you're in my life 'cause everything that is alive's connected
And I believe the weirdest ones survive
You're a trip to them and a vacation to me
And God knows you could be stranger than me
So kiss me like your mirror, eye me like your queer
Nothing you do could freak me out

They can wonder why
It's in our nature to be wild
I wouldn't change it for a second
They don't have to get it
Strange and so alive
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Writer: Amala Ratna Zandile Dlamini, Kurtis McKenzie, Lee Stashenko, Mark Anthony Spears, Stavros Adamantios Tsarouhas
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.






All Mine


How do you attract a man?
What I mean is
Suppose you set your heart on somebody
What would you do to get him
Grab him and take him
You grab him and take him?
Take him

Wanting what we want
Claiming what we claim
Make you say my name
And I'm all yours
It can't be my fault
This street goes both ways
Let a giver take
You're all mine, boy

Callin' shots just like the boss lady you love
You need something strong enough
You need someone truly tough
See through the wire, hand gripping on the clutch
I'm about to bust through and take what's deserved

I ain't waiting around, yeah
I be takin' him out, yeah
'Cause I'm only about him

Wanting what we want
Claiming what we claim
Make you say my name
And I'm all yours
It can't be my fault
This street goes both ways
Let a giver take
You're all mine, boy

I see, I saw, I peeped
I'm not afraid of a leap, a jump
Got faith, I saw a vision of we and us
You make some really good company
I want to take it to the next level

You wanna mix? Jump in, let me assist
Best believe he'll be crackin' it before GTA 6
He ain't hungry for money, I told him come eat the rich
Pick me up in the Panther and drop me off at the Ritz
Carlton how they follow him, but I'm fresh with my Prince
Sit calm inside my crib, I got game and I got chips
Bananas for my clip, he want me and I want him
If you believe in manifestation, this make perfect sense
Because I do the things these bitches think of but they don't, don't, don't, don't, do
If I dream, if I think big, I can go, go, go, go, go, no fantasy
I'll be his queen, and we'll live so, so, so, so, so, happily ever after
Want what I want, want, want, want, want, want, hey

Wanting what we want (what what)
Claiming what we claim (claiming what we claim, yeah, it's incredible)
Make you say my name (make you say my name, watch me)
And I'm all yours (I, yeah)
It can't be my fault
This street goes both ways
Let a giver take
You're all mine, boy (let it go both ways, let a giver take)

I see, I saw, I peeped
I'm not afraid of a leap, a jump
Got faith, I saw a vision of we and us
You make some really good company
I want to take it to the next level

I'm not afraid of a-
I saw a vision of-
Some really good compa- (-ny I want to take)
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Writer: Amala Ratna Zandile Dlamini, Jeff Gitelman, Kurtis McKenzie, Michael Abiola Orabiyi
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.






Take Me Dancing


[ Featuring SZA ]

Baby, take me dancing tonight
Baby, take me dancing tonight
Baby, take me dancing tonight
Baby, take me dancing tonight

You're so raw, boy, and you're so romantic
When you f*ck me right and then you take me dancing
It gets lonely out here in this big old mansion
In these hills cooped up, boy, can you take me dancing?

Left, right, bend, slide
Hips, waist, spin, hold it
Tick, tick, tick (are you ready?)
More body, less mind
Left, right, bend, slide
Hips, waist, spin, hold it
Tick, tick, tick (I'm gettin' ready)
More body, less mind

Pullin' up, stay invited
Bring a sidekick, come save me from
My emotions, babe, you're psychic
Bottled them up so you can sip me out

Layin' on my lounge
Just chasin' my high
Waiting for your call
To take me tonight

You're so raw, boy, and you're so romantic
When you f*ck me right and then you take me dancing
It gets lonely out here in this big old mansion
In these hills cooped up, boy, can you take me dancing?

See me runnin' out, you get me out of the house
Hit the town, we can ride on the shore (the shore)
I got a big bankroll and I'm out of control
And I'm tryna give it all to you
I wanna ride it, we can go anywhere you want
All night, you know with me, you winning, boy
Salsa dancing, I feel so romantic
Can't keep up, get up off your feet
I'm beyond the drugs you need

You're so raw, boy, and you're so romantic
When you f*ck me right and then you take me dancing
It gets lonely out here in this big old mansion
In these hills cooped up, boy, can you take me dancing?

Left, right, bend, slide
Hips, waist, spin, hold it
Tick, tick, tick (are you ready?)
More body, less mind
Left, right, bend, slide
Hips, waist, spin, hold it
Tick, tick, tick (I'm gettin' ready)
More body, less mind

Take me dancing (baby, take me dancing tonight)
Take me dancing (baby, take me dancing tonight)
Take me dancing (baby, take me dancing tonight)
Take me dancing (baby, take me dancing tonight)

You're raw, romantic
F*ck me right, ooh, you take me dancing
Lonely out here in the hills, baby
Take me dancing, babe

You're so raw, boy, and you're so romantic
When you f*ck me right and then you take me dancing
It gets lonely out here in this big old mansion
In these hills cooped up, boy, can you take me dancing? (Baby, take me dancing tonight)

Left, right, bend, slide
Hips, waist, spin, hold it
More body, less mind (I'm gettin' ready)
Left, right, bend, slide
Hips, waist, spin, hold it (I'm gettin' ready)
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Writer: Amala Ratna Zandile Dlamini, Ari Starace, Gavin Bennett, Jack Antonoff, Joe Caleb, Kurtis McKenzie, Mike Riley, Solana Rowe
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.






Lipstain


I don't wanna dance around it
Talkin' 'bout our love is easy
Loving you was never secret (and I know you know they know)
Kiss you on the neck on purpose
So they know my favorite lip-stain
Can we look behind the curtains? ('Cause I know you know they know it)

Tu es ma vie et mon tout
Et tout le monde le sait
They don't wanna see me with you
Some of 'em pray to God that we split
Laisse-moi embrasser ton cou
I let you hit it raw yesterday
Let me rub my cheek on your suit
I'm your woman or as-tu oublié?

You should want it tattooed on your collar bone
Never wipe my look off on ya face
Wear it out, get dirty if you love me so
I even let you leave stains on my negligee
Poppin' out, wanna grip it in the parkin' lot
You ain't gotta wear a tag 'cause they know my name

I don't wanna dance around it
Talkin' 'bout our love is easy
Loving you was never secret (and I know you know they know)
Kiss you on the neck on purpose
So they know my favorite lip-stain
Can we look behind the curtains? ('Cause I know you know they know it)

Sapphires on my neck matching his hickeys (yeah, said)
Her blood boiling over the hottest nigga who's wit' me
The cause? I must got a certain je ne sais quoi
Or maybe all the scratches from my claws I'm never clipping off
These bitches know to never get involved
We ain't got amnesia, you just never get recalled
Sticky situation, so I reapply and gloss
Over the fact you not a threat, you need to realize your loss
He ain't coming clean, so wipe it off, girl
I smell like ice cream and pheromones, girl
Every girl's a queen, but I'm the boss, girl
We gotta mark our territory for them dogs, girl

I don't wanna dance around it
Talkin' 'bout our love is easy
Loving you was never secret (and I know you know they know)
Kiss you on the neck on purpose
So they know my favorite lip-stain
Can we look behind the curtains? ('Cause I know you know they know it)
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Writer: Amala Ratna Zandile Dlamini
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.






Silly! Fun!


Wouldn't it be fun
If we went to a party?
Wouldn't it be fun
To fall deep for somebody?
I know it could be a blast
To just pop out a baby
And we're so very silly getting married in Vegas

Yeah
Wake up
Smell the coffee
Get a grip, boy, this life here ain't no vacation
Put the grapes down in the palm leaf
When you call me wife, you don't mean that
Dedication and anointing
That ain't no small thing to me
Don't try to play now, you're annoying
(Yeah, yeah, yeah) Medicate yourself
I'ma keep him outside if he got that dog in him
Boy, I swear, if you don't get your ass back here, I'm locking you out
He could hit the club and get f*cked up 'cause there's no stopping him
Don't you come back crying, talkin' 'bout you know what you lost, boy, just get lost again

Wouldn't it be fun
If we went to a party?
Wouldn't it be fun
To fall deep for somebody?
I know it could be a blast
To just pop out a baby
And we're so very silly getting married in Vegas

Said, oh, oh, oh, oh, you're too perfect, yes, you're perfect
I'm not nervous, I'm so drunk, can you stop swerving?
You're my person
This my first time, I'm in (love)
Those men were practice in my past
Don't be dramatic, let's have (kids)
And buy a mansion and three cats and two garages worth of whips
This ain't delusional, impulsive, don't be rude, that's so insulting
Clock is ticking, I got goals and I got dreams
And I thought love was about (trust)
But you don't trust me
Ew, don't touch me
You're too comfy, you don't get money?
Man, I'm glad for that prenup we signed last Monday

You're so unserious
You blow my mind
You've got me furious
No, I'm not fine

Wouldn't it be fun
If we went to a party?
Wouldn't it be fun
To fall deep for somebody?
I know it could be a blast
To just pop out a baby
And we're so very silly getting married in Vegas (ooh-ooh)

We're so very silly
We're so very silly
Oh-ooh-oh, oh-ooh-oh
Silly
Oh, oh, oh-ooh-oh
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Writer: Amala Ratna Zandile Dlamini, Robert Clark Bisel
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.






Acts of Service


Would it mean that I found my person
When the language is acts of service?
Baby, how do I know for certain?
Does a key to your flat mean girlfriend? (Girlfriend?)
Girlfriend?

Would it mean that I found my person
When the language is acts of service?
Baby, how do I know for certain?
Does a key to your flat mean girlfriend? (Girlfriend?)
Girlfriend?

Said, don't gotta ask to kiss me no more (no, no)
It's like parts of our soul ain't missing no more (no, no)
Yeah, love isn't to be measured, boy, I don't wanna put much pressure on you
But when you kick your legs up, this is home (home)
Walks in the park and prolly cuddle
Pull stunts on the dick, no body double
Cute when they call us power couple
Look in your eyes is hardly subtle, huh
You wanna do some for me and I just wanna feel you hold me, come on

Would it mean that I found my person
When the language is acts of service?
Baby, how do I know for certain?
Does a key to your flat mean girlfriend? (Girlfriend?)
Girlfriend?

Would it mean that I found my person
When the language is acts of service?
Baby, how do I know for certain?
Does a key to your flat mean girlfriend? (Girlfriend?)
Girlfriend? (yeah, said)

I, I just deleted Raya, that must mean that I'm your provider
That just mean I'ma be your rider, I just need you to hold me high up
'Cause they reachin' to find some reason to just believe this is just not like us, baby
Please, this is an achievement, I'm out here geekin' because I like ya
Come manifest yo' destiny, they what? Uh, testin' me
You huh? Uh, challenge me, nobody touch this chemistry
Eatin' it up, this recipe, then beatin' it up then rest in peace
Key to my castle means that you my king, baby, come and get yo' queen

Would it mean that I found my person (would it mean I found my person?)
When the language is acts of service? (When the language is acts of service)
Baby, how do I know for certain? (How do I know, how do I know?)
Does a key to your flat mean girlfriend? (Girlfriend?)
Girlfriend?

Would it mean that I found my person (would it mean, would it mean)
When the language is acts of service?
Baby, how do I know for certain?
Does a key to your flat mean girlfriend? (Girlfriend?)
Girlfriend?
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Writer: Amala Ratna Zandile Dlamini
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.






Make it Up


Can I make it up to you?
When I pull this up, and I pop that trunk (when I pull this up, and I pop that trunk)
Can I make it up to you?
We don't have to touch but if we make love (we don't have to touch but if we make love)
Will that make it up to you?
Can I make it up, can I make it up (can I make it up, can I make it up)
Can I make it up to you?
When I pull this up, and I pop that trunk (when I pull this up, and I pop that trunk)
Can I make it up to you?

Do you need somebody (nuh-uh)
Who don't need nobody (uh-huh)
Do you need this body (uh-huh)
I don't see you hardly so
I'ma ditch this party (nuh-uh)
I'ma bring you chocolate (uh-huh)
Maybe we get comfy (uh-huh)
And you tell me how you felt
I don't need nobody (nuh-uh)
Tellin' me no stories (uh-huh)
Just the heart your pouring (uh-huh)
Want it from the horses mouth
Remember when you held my hand
Said, "I hear you, shawty"
All I wanted was to give that right back to you tenfold, baby, can't you tell?

Can I make it up to you?
When I pull this up, and I pop that trunk (when I pull this up, and I pop that trunk)
Can I make it up to you?
We don't have to touch but if we make love (we don't have to touch but if we make love)
Will that make it up to you?
Can I make it up, can I make it up (can I make it up, can I make it up)
Can I make it up to you?
When I pull this up, and I pop that trunk (when I pull this up, and I pop that trunk)
Can I make it up to you?

Can I run your shower, can I fill the tub? (Baby hey, baby hey)
Did you hear about it, I'm a submissive top (baby hey, top)
I can bring you flowers 'cause you make me- ugh (baby hey, baby hey)
I'm a CEO, I'ma see these hoes if they playin' dumb (dumb)
They was outta line but I stand up for ya (baby hey, baby hey)
It's a waste of time, they ain't pay it forward (baby hey, ah)
When the bag enormous, then the pad look gorgeous (baby hey, baby hey)
But these hoes want that, and they want you too
So we gotta focus

Can I make it up to you?
When I pull this up, and I pop that trunk (when I pull this up, and I pop that trunk)
Can I make it up to you?
We don't have to touch but if we make love (we don't have to touch but if we make love)
Will that make it up to you?
Can I make it up, can I make it up (can I make it up, can I make it up)
Can I make it up to you?
When I pull this up, and I pop that trunk (when I pull this up, and I pop that trunk)
Can I make it up to you?

You loved me so good, am I good for you?
Stay ten toes so close got the broom for ya
Trust in me so deep, when it goes south
I'm waking up to you
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Writer: Amala Ratna Zandile Dlamini, Ari David Starace, Gavin Barrett
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.






One More Time


I don't need you to save me
I don't need you to read my mind
You're the truth that I'm facing
No more lies (no more lies)

It's a home where you're laying
And I know I gotta make you mine
It's a risk worth taking
One more time (one more time)

One more time (whoa, whoa, whoa)
One more time (hey, hey, hey)
One more time (whoa, hey)
One more time
One more time (whoa, whoa, whoa)
One more time (hey, hey, hey)
One more time (whoa, hey)
One more time

It's never easy
We're willingly uncomfortable
I want you to teach me
We're both feeling unlovable

We gotta learn to unlearn it
It's gotta hurt if we're burning
When we get closer, I curse it
Breaking the cycle, I know I deserve it

One more time (whoa, whoa, whoa)
One more time (hey, hey, hey)
One more time (whoa, hey)
One more time
One more time (whoa, whoa, whoa)
One more time (hey, hey, hey)
One more time (whoa, hey)
One more time

I'm trying to show
Flying to fall, dying to love
If you wanted to know
I am the one, try me one more
I'm trying to show
Flying to fall, dying to love (dying to love)
If you wanted to know
I am the one, try me one more
I'm trying to show
Flying to fall, dying to love (dying to love)
If you wanted to know
I am the one, try me one more
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Amala Ratna Zandile Dlamini, Kurtis McKenzie, Leonard Latouche, Michael Abiola Orabiyi, Budee
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.






Happy


Are you happy? (Happy, happy)
Who would get mad at you
Doing what you wanna do?
Then be happy (happy, happy)
I just couldn't get mad at you
Whomever you're callin' "Boo"
As long as you're happy too

Brise
Mon coeur
Encore
Ce soir
Brise
Mon coeur
Encore
Ce soir
Brise
Mon coeur
Encore
Ce soir
Brise
Mon coeur
Encore
Ce soir

If I knew just what you wanted
Would it stop you? Would it change me?
Does the key go to your locket?
Is it natural? Is it crazy?
I found you in the Westin
With a statue of a lady
She looked just like a best friend
Was it friendship you were chasing?

Brise
Mon coeur
Encore
Ce soir

Are you happy? (Happy, happy)
Who would get mad at you
Doing what you wanna do?
Then be happy (happy, happy)
I just couldn't get mad at you
Whomever you're callin "Boo"
As long as you're happy too

Brise
Mon coeur
Encore
Ce soir
Brise
Mon coeur
Encore
Ce soir
Brise
Mon coeur
Encore
Ce soir
Brise
Mon coeur
Encore
Ce soir

It's sweet
Dancing with you in the nude is my niche
Tell me you don't tell her what you told me
Can't be right the way I'm grittin' my teeth
Got me sittin' at home waiting to hear the phone ring
We got roots and baby they could run deep
But you cutting me off I feel like ripping this tree
Hittin' a wall I fell a hundred feet deep
All the bitches involved should know that pimpin' ain't cheap

TLC
I saw I creeped
She's in our bed
I bought the sheets
Pour ça, non merci
J'ai vécu ma vie
Don't fall asleep
Adieu
Bonne nuit

Brise
Mon coeur
Encore
Ce soir

Are you happy? (Happy, happy)
Who would get mad at you
Doing what you wanna do?
Then be happy (happy, happy)
I just couldn't get mad at you
Whomever you're callin "Boo"
As long as you're happy too

Brise
Mon coeur
Encore
Ce soir
Brise
Mon coeur
Encore
Ce soir
Brise
Mon coeur
Encore
Ce soir
Brise
Mon coeur
Encore
Ce soir
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Amala Ratna Zandile Dlamini, Kurtis McKenzie, Mathias Daniel Liyew, Michael Abiola Orabiyi
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.






Come Back


Changin' the way that you act to me (come back)
Can't switch the tone while I'm 'bout to leave (come back)
I worked it down till the atrophy
You missed the mark and her majesty
Beggin' me, "Baby, come back to me"
Beggin' me, "Baby, come back to me"

Come back to me, come back
Come back to me, come back
Come back to me, come back
Come back to me, come back
Come back to me, come back
Come back to me, come back
Come back to me, come back
Come back to me, come-

It turned you on when I told you off
I'm pleased I ain't the bitch you was hopin' for
If we keep this up, and you hold my doors
And you take my bag, and you hold me more
I don't think that would make up for the hope I lost
You don't think, that's why I need you to cope some more
C-c-cope and get your coat and get off my floor
Baby, you're overselling to who you know you lost
It's an open sore, gotta seal the deal
Gotta heal the wound, gotta be for real
Realize we learned a lesson from lovin' on one another
Nothin' shows more strength than gunnin' for ex-lovers
Maybe we're best friends, maybe we're goin' under
Maybe the world's endin', but baby, I still love ya
Gone till November, gone till you wanna
I can't be your woman, but trust you'll find someone

Changin' the way that you act to me (come back)
Can't switch the tone while I'm 'bout to leave (come back)
I worked it down till the atrophy
You missed the mark and her majesty
Beggin' me, "Baby, come back to me"
Beggin' me, "Baby, come back to me"

Come back to me, come back (come back)
Come back to me, come back (come back)
Come back to me, come back (come back)
Come back to me, come back (come back)
Come back to me, come back (come back)
Come back to me, come back (come back)
Come back to me, come back (come back)
Come back to me, come back (come back)

Changin' the way that you act to me
Can't switch the tone while I'm 'bout to leave (come back to me, come back)
I worked it down till the atrophy (come back to me, come back)
You missed the mark and her majesty (come back to me, come back)
Beggin' me, "Baby, come back to me" (come back to me)
Beggin' me, "Baby, come back to me" (come back to me)

Come back, come back
Come back, come back
Come back, come back
Come back, come back
Come back, come back
Come back, come back
Come back, come back
Come back, baby, don't you come back
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Amala Ratna Zandile Dlamini, Giuseppe Donaggio, Jack Michael Antonoff
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.






Back to: Doja Cat


Vie (French: [vi]; transl. Life) is the fifth album by American rapper and singer Doja Cat, released on September 26, 2025, by Kemosabe and RCA Records. Primarily a funk and pop rap album with elements of hip-hop, R&B, dance pop and disco, it features Doja Cat's return to pop music, with themes of "love, romance, and sex", and is 1980s-inspired. It was recorded in a three-year period at Miraval Studios, based in Correns, France. The album's lead single, "Jealous Type", was released on August 21, 2025, followed by a music video the next day. The album tracks "Gorgeous" and "Stranger" also received music videos.

Upon release, Vie received generally positive reviews from music critics, who lauded Doja's ambitious embrace of 1980s-inspired production, playful vocal agility, and her balance between pop and rap sensibilities.

Vie debuted at number 4 on the US Billboard 200, earning 57,000 album-equivalent units in its first week, including 26,000 pure album sales. The album also garnered nearly 13 million streams on Spotify on its first day.
-Wikipedia
Performed By: Doja Cat
Genre(s): Funk, pop rap, pop, R&B, hip-hop, dance-pop
Producer(s): Ambezza, Jack Antonoff, AoD, Baudee, Gavin Bennett, Rob Bisel, Benjamin Boukris, George Daniel, Fallen, Jeff "Gitty" Gitelman, Felix Joseph, Kaeyos, Kurtis McKenzie, Scribz Riley, Sounwave, Stavros, Finn Wigan, Y2K
Length: 49:44
Released: September 26th, 2025
Year: 2025

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