Here Are the Lyrics to Doja Cat’s ‘Agora Hills’
Written by djfrosty on January 18, 2024
Doja Cat’s Scarlet is the gift that keeps on giving, as the album has a new hit in the form of “Agora Hills.”
The song grabbed the No. 1 spot on Billboard’s Rhythmic Airplay chart on the list dated Dec. 23. “Agora Hills,” released on Kemosabe/RCA Records, gives Doja Cat her 11th Rhythmic Airplay leader and pushes the rapper/singer into a tie for ninth place on the overall count among all acts.
If you need a guide to follow along with Doja Cat’s “Agora Hills,” find the lyrics below:
Kissing, I hope they caught us
Whether they like or not (not)
I wanna show you off (off), I wanna show you off (off)
I wanna brag about it (yeah)
I wanna tie the knot (knot)
I wanna show you off (off), I wanna show you off (off)
I wanna show you (off), yeah, yeah
I wanna show you off (off), I wanna show you off (off)
I wanna show you (yeah), yeah, yeah
I wanna show you off (off), I wanna show you off (off)
I wanna show you
Hold my hand
You can hit while they watch, boy
(So, 9:30?)
(I’ll see you there)
(No, you hang up)
(You hang up)
Somethin’ different about you
Love it when he hit and smack too
Baby, lemme lick on your tattoos
That’s true that I like PDA
Take it to a seedy place
Suck a little di– in the bathroom
Who that man with the big strong hands
On her a– in the club with the paps? Baby, that’s you
Front seat chillin’ with the window down
I be ten toes down on the dash getting’ fast food
Hope you can handle the heat
Put your name in the streets
Get used to my fans looking at you
F— what they heard, I don’t f— with them birds
I’m a mean kitty, don’t get stabbed with the rat tooth
Boys be mad that I don’t f— incels
Girls hate too, gun to their pigtail
I love you, I wanna big chill
Boy, don’t trip, I’ll split a big bill
Take you ’round the world, they don’t have to understand
Rub it in their face, put a rock on her hand
(Baby, can you call me back? I miss you)
(It’s so lonely in my mansion)
Kissing, I hope they caught us
Whether they like or not (not)
I wanna show you off (off), I wanna show you off (off)
I wanna brag about it (yeah)
I wanna tie the knot (knot)
I wanna show you off (off), I wanna show you off (off)
I wanna show you (off), yeah, yeah
I wanna show you off (off), I wanna show you off (off)
I wanna show you (yeah), yeah, yeah
I wanna show you off (off), I wanna show you off (off)
I wanna show you
Hold my hand
You can hit while they watch, boy
(Ah, sorry, I was taking a sip of my root beer)
‘Cause love is pain but I need this sh– (yeah)
We f— too good when the bean kicks in
Like Fortnite, I’ma need your skin (yeah)
Don’t give a f— where the penis been (uh)
Boy, you’re the one, you’re the only man
Me and you on my OnlyFans (come on)
Holy cow, you’re the Holy Trin’ (Trin’)
Hold me down when a hole need di–
Be my security, it’s your therapy
With you I ain’t holding sh– back
When I need my space, you give that
When he broke my heart, you fixed that
With a long walk on the beach
Love it when they honk-honk on the street
When they see us zoom by in the Jeep
We a whole damn joint, we an energy
Baby, we could just ride on our enemies
They all wanna know how you get to me
Let ’em feel how they feel and be Philistines
‘Cause this type of love’s the epitome, said
(Baby, you’re literally capping to me right now)
(Like, why are you capping?)
(You just cap so hard, it’s-)
(I don’t know what to do)
Kissing, I hope they caught us
Whether they like or not (not)
I wanna show you off (off), I wanna show you off (off)
I wanna brag about it (yeah)
I wanna tie the knot (knot)
I wanna show you off (off), I wanna show you off (off)
I wanna show you (off), yeah, yeah
I wanna show you off (off), I wanna show you off (off)
I wanna show you (yeah), yeah, yeah
I wanna show you off (off), I wanna show you off (off)
I wanna show you
Hold my hand
You can hit while they watch, boy
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Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Amala Ratna Dlamini, Bennett W. Pepple, Brian Holland, Gentuar Memishi, Isaac Earl Bynum, Jean Baptiste Kouame, Michael Smith