Guess featuring Billie Eilish

Hey, Billie, you there? Uh-uh You wanna guess the colour of my underwear You wanna know what I got goin' on down there Is it pretty in pink or all see-through? Is it showin' off my brand-new lower-back tattoo? You wanna put 'em in your mouth, pull 'em all down south You wanna turn this shit out, that's what I'm talkin' about Pu-pu-pu-put 'em in your mouth, pull 'em all down south You wanna turn this shit out, that's what I'm talkin' about (Yeah) Try it, bite it, lick it, spit it Pull it to the side and get all up in it Wear 'em, post 'em, might remix it Send 'em to The Dare, yeah, I think he's with it Try it, bite it, lick it, spit it Pull it to the side and get all up in it Wear 'em, post 'em, might remix it Eat it up for lunch, yeah, it's so delicious (Work it out) Don't have to guess the color of your underwear Already know what you've got goin' on down there It's that lacy black pair with the little bows The ones I picked out for you in Tokyo I saw them when you sat down, they were peekin' out I'm gonna tell you right now, they're all I'm thinkin' about I wanna try it, bite it, lick it, spit it Pull it to the side and get all up in it Kiss it, ride it, can I fit it? Charli likes boys, but she knows I'd hit it (Knows I'd hit it) Charli, call me if you're with it Yeah, guess, guess, guess, guess, guess, guess, guess, guess Guess, guess, guess, guess, guess, guess, guess, guess Guess, guess, guess, guess, guess, guess, guess, guess Guess, guess, guess, guess, guess, guess, guess, guess You wanna guess what me and Billie have been textin' about? (We've been disrespectful) Still tryin' to guess the password to my Google Drive (Are you obsessed with me?) You wanna guess the address of the party we're at (You know) (you're not invited) You wanna guess if we're serious about this song