Complicated (feat. Baby Lz)
Baby
I really want to be your baby
But your too trappy
Making the dough on the roads
It's something about you
Got me doing the things that I do
Cus you are my boo
You are my boo
Are my boo oh oh
Yh she wanna be with me
But, she can't even style with me
So where'd we go
She just wanna vibe with me
Spend time with me
But I just got all this dough
Its coming like a fantasy
Cus im so free
But baby it's time
Tolet you free
Nmake my p
Until my niggas out these streets
I just wanna hold you
I just wanna be with you right now
You know your my baby
You know whatever happens we can work it out (Work it out)
Boy you know that I love you
And all the things you do
But you are on the roads
And you know I don't mess with that
But Baby
I really want to be your baby
But your too trappy
Making the dough on the roads
It's something about you
Got me doing the things that I do
Cus you are my boo
You are my boo
Are my boo
Oh oh
Young trap nigga tryna make it out These flats bro I be serving fenes
And the nittys n the cats bro catch me on Them back road hiding from police
Tryna make another stack bro but I Could never lack doe
PTSD from that time I got bagged Bro
ButI could never act up
I got it for the fam bro
I'm trapping off a iPhone
I gotta move hot like the fenes on my Line bro
Yaaa e yaaa
Baby
I really want to be your baby
But your too trappy
Making the dough on the roads
It's something about you
Got me doing the things that I do
Cus you are my boo
You are my boo
Are my boo
Oh oh
I really want to be your baby
But your too trappy
Making the dough on the roads
It's something about you
Got me doing the things that I do
Cus you are my boo
You are my boo
Are my boo oh oh
Yh she wanna be with me
But, she can't even style with me
So where'd we go
She just wanna vibe with me
Spend time with me
But I just got all this dough
Its coming like a fantasy
Cus im so free
But baby it's time
Tolet you free
Nmake my p
Until my niggas out these streets
I just wanna hold you
I just wanna be with you right now
You know your my baby
You know whatever happens we can work it out (Work it out)
Boy you know that I love you
And all the things you do
But you are on the roads
And you know I don't mess with that
But Baby
I really want to be your baby
But your too trappy
Making the dough on the roads
It's something about you
Got me doing the things that I do
Cus you are my boo
You are my boo
Are my boo
Oh oh
Young trap nigga tryna make it out These flats bro I be serving fenes
And the nittys n the cats bro catch me on Them back road hiding from police
Tryna make another stack bro but I Could never lack doe
PTSD from that time I got bagged Bro
ButI could never act up
I got it for the fam bro
I'm trapping off a iPhone
I gotta move hot like the fenes on my Line bro
Yaaa e yaaa
Baby
I really want to be your baby
But your too trappy
Making the dough on the roads
It's something about you
Got me doing the things that I do
Cus you are my boo
You are my boo
Are my boo
Oh oh
Credits
Writer(s): Mia Stanley
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