Prompt / 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)
Tags
rap, Steamy 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 darker, swaggering low-end shift and filtered keys, then final chorus lifts back into silky, breathy ad-libs., r&b
Duration
4:04
Instrumental
No
Created
4/5/2026