(Butterfly)
I hope that I find a guy
Because my DMs, my DMs way to dry (Hey)
Don't know how many blokes it will take
But kissing frogs was my first mistake
Uh, fuck that, I need a prince
Someone to be the rice to my chili mince
Met a white boy, fly like a dove
I think I might give him my love
Back to his when I his mum
Don't be rude, so I call him "bruv"
I'm like, "Yo, what you gonna do? I'm in your house"
Chases me out just like a mouse
I'm not even joking, like (Get the fuck out!)
I hope that I find a guy
Because my DMs, my DMs way to dry (Hey)
Don't know how many blokes it will take
But kissing frogs was my first mistake
Uh, fuck that, I need a prince
Someone to be the rice to my chili mince
Met a black boy, cold as ice
Nigerian too, with a jar of rice
He make me a plate, it was great, so I ate it
Then his mum came home, and said I ain't shit
She said, "Get out my house"
Then she chase me out just like a mouse
Uh, not again, what the fuck? Like
I hope that I find a guy
Because my DMs, my DMs way to dry (Hey)
Don't know how many blokes it will take
But kissing frogs was my first mistake
Uh, fuck that, I need a prince
Someone to be the rice to my chili mince
Met a new man, straight from Japan
Didn't have a house, but he lived in a van
Then I was like, "Where's Madeline McCann?"
I can't say that, do we get any good takes?
Yeah, baby