Verse 1: A[G]ye, she let me, let me fuck in the sh[D]ower I wrote my nu[Em]mber in the mist on the mir[C]ror I'm not the ty[G]pe to tell my homies ab[D]out ya You're not the [Em]type to hold me down through the [C]year   Chorus: I'll be your ba[G]by doll and your[D] bodyguard if you t[Em]ell me [C]to I'll try to make[G] it all n[D]ot as hard if...