Baby Esther
She's a cabaret queen they can't touch her
People spot her from a long way
And she knows how to keep 'em hanging on
She sing they favoirte song
Like that's my favorite song (ooh, that's my song)
She's no caricature
They grab her by the shoulders
She tell 'em to hold up
She don't fuck a round
Ooh, she keep them coming
Ooh, she keep me coming
Tastes like gold
I just can't get enough (I just can't get enough)
Can't say no
She keep me coming, ooh
She keep me running, ooh
Ooh, nanana
She keep me coming, ooh
I'm watching every episode
I'm in the crowd under a shroud of smoke
I'm barely holding on 'til that after show
Tryna get that private show
Guess you can say I'm jonesing
For a girl named Baby Jones
And they all take a piece
Tryna squeeze make it fit
All these niggas making copies
Tryna plagiarize a bitch
Gimme all-day blues
'Cause she focused on the green
Hope she coming home with me
I need more of it
'Cause it
Tastes like gold
I just can't get enough (I just can't get enough)
Can't say no
She keep me coming, ooh
She keep me running, ooh
Ooh, nanana
(Ooh, yeah-yeah-yeah)
(Ooh, yeah-yeah-yeah)
(Ooh, yeah-yeah-yeah)
(Ooh, yeah-yeah-yeah)
That bitch clean
She mean, she the baddest
That one a fiend, see the gleam tryna grab it
Tryna come up on it
'Cause she know she never had it
I'm just out here waiting hoping
That you make it back intact
People spot her from a long way
And she knows how to keep 'em hanging on
She sing they favoirte song
Like that's my favorite song (ooh, that's my song)
She's no caricature
They grab her by the shoulders
She tell 'em to hold up
She don't fuck a round
Ooh, she keep them coming
Ooh, she keep me coming
Tastes like gold
I just can't get enough (I just can't get enough)
Can't say no
She keep me coming, ooh
She keep me running, ooh
Ooh, nanana
She keep me coming, ooh
I'm watching every episode
I'm in the crowd under a shroud of smoke
I'm barely holding on 'til that after show
Tryna get that private show
Guess you can say I'm jonesing
For a girl named Baby Jones
And they all take a piece
Tryna squeeze make it fit
All these niggas making copies
Tryna plagiarize a bitch
Gimme all-day blues
'Cause she focused on the green
Hope she coming home with me
I need more of it
'Cause it
Tastes like gold
I just can't get enough (I just can't get enough)
Can't say no
She keep me coming, ooh
She keep me running, ooh
Ooh, nanana
(Ooh, yeah-yeah-yeah)
(Ooh, yeah-yeah-yeah)
(Ooh, yeah-yeah-yeah)
(Ooh, yeah-yeah-yeah)
That bitch clean
She mean, she the baddest
That one a fiend, see the gleam tryna grab it
Tryna come up on it
'Cause she know she never had it
I'm just out here waiting hoping
That you make it back intact
Credits
Writer(s): Kyle Branham
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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