Behind the Lyrics
Lip Sync
She's got a girlfriend on the low she likes to lip sync wit
A couple boy toys back at home but wants to play wit me next
We're just some numbers in her phone no point in saving us yet
And no one ever leaves cuz there's no secrets kept
She loves that everybody knows
In the club in the club in the club
She's got all of her girlfriends on her throat
They're all in love in the club in the club
I'm her only boy toy made of diamonds and gold
One of us in the club in the club
We're all just a buncha numbers in her soul
One of us makin love in the club
Miss ma'am's
Now who's the fine shit thatchu walked in wit
Both of y'all hotties wit a body getting turnt in lobby yeah must be twins
Typa kitty kats that really likes to bark type shit
Princess Cuts cuz y'all so expensive
We all know how you like ot live
Hunnid K fix living on the ledge
And youse a Virgo so flirtatious
Bi the weekend you're more than curious
Show you moves Falco punch it
You can't be recruited cuz you can't commit
Walking away Eugh goddamn it
Don't stare at my ass baby come kiss it
Taste wat flavor of lusts this is
Shoot for the stars til it rains comets
You're just a boyfriend on the low I leave my lipstains wit
If you find comfort in my words I know you're not listening
Boy you're out of touch come closer
I got a secret you want
You'd lost control you might just
You got a lil friend that like to
Baby if you ain't French then all this we talks gotta die
Don't know why we'd share locations you know damn well I'm outside
If I'm wit my bad bitch then fuckery is multiplied
Applying lil more pressure in the hips
Melt more together when we dip
Get a lil more tethered when we strip
It's always sweet pleasure where we fit
I want the marrow in your bones until you moan am I witch
I'm the pharaoh to your throne I will behead you where you sit best believe it
I don't like to sleep
I like to peek
I am your new plug
I can be discreet
Girl yknow me
I kilt the lovebugs
I just heard this crazy rumor
You got secrets that I want
You'd lose control you might just
Sets the scene — she’s fluid, secretive, and playful. The double meaning of “lip sync” hints at performance vs. intimacy
Commentary on disposability in hookup culture — everyone’s replaceable, just digits in a contact list.
Flip from secrecy to exhibitionism — the thrill of being seen vs. the danger of exposure.
Diamonds & gold = both status and fragility. He’s claiming rarity but also highlighting objectification.
Playful contradiction — softness with bite. Suggests a chaotic, unpredictable energy.
Desire isn’t described in one dimension; it’s cosmic and carnal at once. The imagery makes intimacy feel like a collision between the body and the universe
Dark, gothic imagery — desire as consumption, love as spellcasting.
Power play — blends intimacy with danger, flipping from worship to domination.
Wordplay on timing (by the weekend) and being bi-curious.
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