JACK HARLOW – LOVIN ON ME

Lyrics

I don't like no whips and chains and you can't tie me down
But you can whip your lovin' on me, baby
Whip your lovin' on me, baby
I'm vanilla, baby (I don't like no whips and chains and you can't tie me down)
I'll choke you, but I ain't no killer, baby
She twenty-eight, tellin' me I'm still a baby (But you can whip your lovin' on me, baby)
I get love in Detroit like Skilla Baby (Whip your lovin' on me, baby)
And the thing about your boy is
I don't like no whips and chains and you can't tie me down
But you can whip your lovin' on me, baby
That's right, that's right
Whip your lovin' on me, baby
Young J-A-C-K, AKA
Rico like Suave, Young Enrique
Speakin' of AKA, she's an alpha
But not around your boy, she get quiet 'round your boy, hold on (Shh)
Don't know what you heard or what you thought about your boy
But they lied about your boy, goin' dumb and it's somethin' idiotic 'bout your boy
She wearin' cheetah print, that's how bad she wanna bе spotted 'round your boy
I don't like no whips and chains and you can't tie mе down
But you can whip your lovin' on me, baby
Whip your lovin' on me
I'm vanilla, baby (I don't like no whips and chains and you can't tie me down)
I'll choke you, but I ain't no killer, baby
She twenty-eight, tellin' me I'm still a baby (But you can whip your lovin' on me, baby)
I get love in Detroit like Skilla Baby (Whip your lovin' on me, baby)
And the thing about your boy is
I don't like no whips and chains and you can't tie me down
But you can whip your lovin' on me, baby
Whip your lovin' on me, baby
Young M-I-S-S-I-O-N-A-R-Y
You sharp like barbed wire
She stole my heart, then she got archived
I keep it short with a bitch, Lord Farquaad
All the girls in the front row (Ayy)
All the girls at the barricade (Ayy)
All the girls that been waitin' all day, let your tongue hang out, fuck everything (Ayy)
If you came with a man (Yeah, yeah)
Let go of his hand (Let go of that shit)
Everybody in the suite, kickin' up they feet, stand up, bitch, dance (I see you)
I don't like no whips and chains and you can't tie me down
And all the guys in the back waitin' on the next track
But you can whip your lovin' on me, baby
Cut your boy a lil' slack
Whip your lovin' on me
It's young Jack
I'm vanilla, baby (I don't like no whips and chains and you can't tie me down)
I'll choke you, but I ain't no killer, baby
She twenty-eight, tellin' me I'm still a baby (But you can whip your lovin' on me, baby)
I get love in Detroit like Skilla Baby (Whip your lovin' on me, baby)
And the thing about your boy is
I don't like no whips and chains and you can't tie me down
But you can whip your lovin' on me, baby
That's right, that's right
Whip your lovin' on me, baby
I don't like no whips and chains and you can't tie me down
But you can whip your lovin' on me, baby
Whip your lovin' on me, baby

Paroles (Traduction)

Je n'aime pas les fouets et les chaînes et tu ne peux pas me ligoter
Mais tu peux me fouetter d'amour, bébé
Fouette-moi d'amour, bébé
Je suis basique, bébé (je n'aime pas les fouets et les chaînes et tu ne peux pas me ligoter)
Je t'étoufferai, mais je ne suis pas un tueur, bébé
Elle a vingt-huit ans, me disant que je suis encore un bébé (Mais tu peux me fouetter d'amour, bébé)
Je reçois de l'amour à Detroit comme Skilla Baby (Fouette-moi d'amour, bébé)
Et la chose à propos de ton gars, c'est que
Je n'aime pas les fouets et les chaînes et tu ne peux pas me ligoter
Mais tu peux me fouetter d'amour, bébé
C'est ça, c'est ça
Fouette-moi d'amour, bébé
Jeune J-A-C-K, alias
Rico comme Suave, jeune Enrique
En parlant d'alias, elle est une alpha
Mais pas avec ton gars, elle se tait autour de ton gars, attends (Chut)
Ne sais pas ce que tu as entendu ou pensé de ton gars
Mais ils ont menti à propos de ton gars, devenant idiot et quelque chose d'idiot à propos de ton gars
Elle porte de l'imprimé léopard, c'est à quel point elle veut être repérée autour de ton gars
Je n'aime pas les fouets et les chaînes et tu ne peux pas me ligoter
Mais tu peux me fouetter d'amour, bébé
Fouette-moi d'amour
Je suis basique, bébé (je n'aime pas les fouets et les chaînes et tu ne peux pas me ligoter)
Je t'étoufferai, mais je ne suis pas un tueur, bébé
Elle a vingt-huit ans, me disant que je suis encore un bébé (Mais tu peux me fouetter d'amour, bébé)
Je reçois de l'amour à Detroit comme Skilla Baby (Fouette-moi d'amour, bé

Thématique Éloge de soi, succès

Style Rap

Keywords Confiance, éloge, Succès

Entités normées Jack Harlow, Louisville, Paris