Lyrics
[Intro]
You look like trouble
You look like church on fire
You look like I might
Risk it all tonight (mm)
[Verse 1]
Dark skin, gold grin
Silk shirt sittin' on your chest, that sin
Tattoos peekin' from the sleeve, I stare
Halo crooked on your fade, I swear
You got that “come ruin my life” in your eyes
That “call in sick” smile, that alibi
Calendar say chill, but my thighs say different
Baby, I been good, now I’m done, I’m finished
[Chorus]
It’s cuffin’ season, I don’t want a savior
I want a rule breaker, heart shaker, bed quaker
You look like sin, boy, come be my crime
Lock me up in your arms, do the time
Fuck all the rules, let ‘em all fall down
Make me scream your name, not a sound in this town
It’s cuffin’ season, come claim your prize
Tie me up in those hands, in those eyes
[Verse 2]
You kiss like secrets
Hands slide lower, you don’t keep ‘em decent
Got me bent over kitchen chairs, bad decisions
Spoilin’ all my good-girl premonitions
I got a checklist, you break every line
“Don’t text back, don’t fall, don’t cross that sign”
But your voice in my ear, say, “come outside”
Next thing, both legs on your shoulders, I comply (mm)
[Chorus]
It’s cuffin’ season, I don’t want a savior
I want a rule breaker, heart shaker, bed quaker
You look like sin, boy, come be my crime
Lock me up in your arms, do the time
Fuck all the rules, let ‘em all fall down
Make me scream your name, not a sound in this town
It’s cuffin’ season, come claim your prize
Tie me up in those hands, in those eyes (yeah)
[Rap Verse]
Look—
Brown sugar on my tongue, you the sweetest threat
Got my thighs on your shoulders, got my hair all a mess
You a walking red flag, and I wave you in
Eat me out on the couch, then we pray again
You say, “Baby, bend over,” I just arch, oblige
You be diggin’ so deep, see my spotless side
Leave your prints on my hips like you own this frame
Call me angel in the streets, in the sheets, your stain
Let the neighbors hear the headboard testify
Got me bustin’ like the choir when you slip inside
You the devil in Dior, I’m your favorite sin
So I ride that temptation ‘til the world caves in (ugh)
[Chorus]
It’s cuffin’ season, I don’t want a savior
I want a rule breaker, heart shaker, bed quaker
You look like sin, boy, come be my crime
Lock me up in your arms, do the time
Fuck all the rules, let ‘em all fall down
Make me scream your name, not a sound in this town
It’s cuffin’ season, come claim your prize
Tie me up in those hands, in those eyes
[Outro]
You look like trouble
You look like church on fire
Be my one-night gospel
My long-term liar (mmm, rule breaker)
Style
rapsteamy late-night r&b with female vocals over smooth warm pads and a lazy swing groove; sensual bass slides and rimshot snaps under intimate verses. hook blossoms with stacked harmonies and subtle vocal runs. rap verse drops in with a darkerswaggering low-end shift and filtered keysthen final chorus lifts back into silkybreathy ad-libs.r&b
Prompt
A explicit R&B song with rap verse about black man looking like sin and cuffing season, about screw rules just wanna be a rule breaker for a while, female
Credits
Prompt byJazzy
GeneratedApr 5, 2026
ModelAria v5.5
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