baby blues remix (feat. BEAM)
Ayy, ayy
It was autumn, we were in college
Dropping credits, while you were bombin' sakés
Different majors, brand-new fragrance
We hit the matrix, Toyota spaceship
Posing for Palace, needed the money
Hated the hustle, they tried to make you famous
Showed up fucked-up to the shoot
Fucked up at the shoot
Fucked up at the shoot
Fucked up at the shoot
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, ayy
Foolin' us with your baby blues
Even your best friends can't condone the things you do
Foolin' us with your baby blues
Even your best friends can't condone the things you do
You do, you do, you do, ayy
You still the baddest
It's an honor
You just graduated college
From all that knowledge
Had a graduation party
You left all your friends then
Straight to my direction
You had all intentions to come for me on my mind
Never gave a fuck about them dudes and I (like that)
Yeah, I like that (yeah, I do)
It's more than sex, you wanted conversations and I (like that)
Scare you with a naked truth, but I like it when you (bite back)
Useless, loyal
Hope you like that Prada that I bought you
Got that Louis in that closet
It ain't about them blue billies, shawty, I spend it on you silly
Even on them new titties
All of your friend dem, know dem can't control me
But you taking the risk on me
I know what you did for me
Bonnie and Clyde (Clyde)
It's a summer side slide, yeah (slide)
Making it flick (flick)
LLC your business
Look up "Will you marry me?" on that blimp
Foolin' her with your baby blues
Even your best friends can't condone the things you do
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Foolin' her with your baby blues
Even your best friends can't condone the things you do
You do, you do, you do, ayy
It was summer, rented the Hummer
Droppin' debit, while you were eatin' makis
Different places, brand-new station
I read the pages, I heard you made it
Acting for Summit, needed the money
Hated that bustle, they went and made you famous
Showed up fucked-up to the shoot
Fucked up at the shoot
Fucked up at the shoot
Fucked up at the shoot
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, ayy
Foolin' her with your baby blues (blues)
Even your best friends can't condone the things you do
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Foolin' her with your baby blues
Even your best friends can't condone the things you do
You do, you do, you do, ayy
It was autumn, we were in college
Dropping credits, while you were bombin' sakés
Different majors, brand-new fragrance
We hit the matrix, Toyota spaceship
Posing for Palace, needed the money
Hated the hustle, they tried to make you famous
Showed up fucked-up to the shoot
Fucked up at the shoot
Fucked up at the shoot
Fucked up at the shoot
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, ayy
Foolin' us with your baby blues
Even your best friends can't condone the things you do
Foolin' us with your baby blues
Even your best friends can't condone the things you do
You do, you do, you do, ayy
You still the baddest
It's an honor
You just graduated college
From all that knowledge
Had a graduation party
You left all your friends then
Straight to my direction
You had all intentions to come for me on my mind
Never gave a fuck about them dudes and I (like that)
Yeah, I like that (yeah, I do)
It's more than sex, you wanted conversations and I (like that)
Scare you with a naked truth, but I like it when you (bite back)
Useless, loyal
Hope you like that Prada that I bought you
Got that Louis in that closet
It ain't about them blue billies, shawty, I spend it on you silly
Even on them new titties
All of your friend dem, know dem can't control me
But you taking the risk on me
I know what you did for me
Bonnie and Clyde (Clyde)
It's a summer side slide, yeah (slide)
Making it flick (flick)
LLC your business
Look up "Will you marry me?" on that blimp
Foolin' her with your baby blues
Even your best friends can't condone the things you do
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Foolin' her with your baby blues
Even your best friends can't condone the things you do
You do, you do, you do, ayy
It was summer, rented the Hummer
Droppin' debit, while you were eatin' makis
Different places, brand-new station
I read the pages, I heard you made it
Acting for Summit, needed the money
Hated that bustle, they went and made you famous
Showed up fucked-up to the shoot
Fucked up at the shoot
Fucked up at the shoot
Fucked up at the shoot
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, ayy
Foolin' her with your baby blues (blues)
Even your best friends can't condone the things you do
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Foolin' her with your baby blues
Even your best friends can't condone the things you do
You do, you do, you do, ayy
Credits
Writer(s): Tyshane Thompson, Anwar Sawyer, Audrey Chu, Ethan Brian Johnson, Jonathan Bezianis
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