Baby (feat. Kid Ink)
Oh baby
Berry 'pon this
Kid Ink
Lil mama you gon' catch a case, catch a case
That thing you're doing, with your waist
I'mma call the police on your behind, your behind
Swear I don't lie
See you're trouble way you cause'n
If you not careful you be doin' time, doing time
For the way you whine
And make all the boys shiver, it ain't cold tho'
You packing heat like a stove tho
Shake your money maker got me spending more doh
She went around with a baller
African boy shot caller
Spray towns in dollars
Baby I ain't never been a long talker
Fly you out to Lagos
I can make you famous
If you jump on the mic and I make the beat we waking up the neighbours
Oh baby
Boy I know that you can talk the talk
Badman then can you walk the walk
So go on show me what you got
Oh baby
Boy I know that you can talk the talk
Badman then can you walk the walk
Now go on and show me what you got
I see you, in em blue jeans, wearing makeup
Looking like a you tryna get tied up
I can give it to you till you're tired
I'm a fan of that ass and the crowd throwing signs, yeah
We ain't tryna leave with the ladies
Other bitches background
Baby got you listenin'
Its a movie in here
All she want do is Netflix and chill (Ooh baby)
I know, I know whores follow me wherever I go, I go
You been tryna give me that arrow, arrow
Notice you the only thing I'm on, I'm on (Ooh baby)
Baby the way that we living it might change it
Cause the way that I'm eating is all gravy
Alumni is the label that pays me
Oh baby
Boy I know that you can talk the talk
Badman then can you walk the walk
So go on show me what you got
Oh baby
Boy I know that you can talk the talk
Badman then can you walk the walk
Now go on and show me what you got
This ain't for keeps, just a rental
One night then he got sentimental
Said he wanna London gyal
Now he won't stop writing like a pen pal
Top grade, yeah, presidential
Boy I hope you know what you getting into
Then I cut him off like a [?]
Now he's in my phone like
Oh baby
Boy I know that you can talk the talk
Badman then can you walk the walk
So go on show me what you got
Oh baby
Boy I know that you can talk the talk
Badman then can you walk the walk
Now go on and show me what you got
Oh baby
I love you touchin me there, there
I wanna throw my hands in the air, air
Don't mind you messing my hair, hair
Oh baby
I love you touchin me there, there
I wanna throw my hands in the air, air
Don't mind you messing my hair, hair
Oh baby
Boy I know that you can talk the talk
Badman then can you walk the walk
So go on show me what you got
Oh baby
Boy I know that you can talk the talk
Badman then can you walk the walk
Now go on and show me what you got
Credits
Writer(s): Alexander Bernhard Lewis, Yogesh Naraindas Tulsiani, Michael Lawrence Denne, Ken Gold, Brian Collins Jr., Matthew Stephen Walker, Janee Millicent Lucy Bennett, Mark Stuart Ralph, Okunola Abdul Maleek Anu-oluwa Shoyebi, David Phelps, Ivan Jackson Rosenberg, Rita Ifiok Abasi Ekwere, Joseph Cabrera
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