That's my bby
God damn
That ass is god given
Whole squad is all wit it, yea
Whole fit is all vintage, woah
Imma Taurus so I'm stubborn
Way too sauced off tequila
I just told her that I love her
If I said then I probably meant it
If you get it then I probably sent it
And she's bad with some good intentions
That's probably something that you should've mentioned
Before I do you wrong baby
Go and put it in a song baby
I just wanna keep this shit a hunnit I was frontin'
When I said I didn't love you all along baby
That's my, that's my baby
That's my, that's my, that's my baby
That's mine
That's mine
That's my, that's my, that's my baby
I tried to go and tell you how I felt
Gave you time I knew that time would tell
Cold hearted feelings never melt
Bad bitch wit me she a flame
Bloody shoes she's gon' leave a stain
Lil sauced whippin' in the range
Getting cold ice is in my veins
You just mad that you ain't binge drinking
Goin up with all the homies she just mad that she ain't wit me but we're still linking
I hate to say it but I'm still simpin'
You still worry bout the trust baby
I don't think you got enough baby
I just wanna keep this shit I hunnit I was frontin' when I said I didn't think about us baby
That's my, that's my baby
That's my, that's my, that's my baby
That's mine
That's mine
That's my, that's my, that's my baby
That ass is god given
Whole squad is all wit it, yea
Whole fit is all vintage, woah
Imma Taurus so I'm stubborn
Way too sauced off tequila
I just told her that I love her
If I said then I probably meant it
If you get it then I probably sent it
And she's bad with some good intentions
That's probably something that you should've mentioned
Before I do you wrong baby
Go and put it in a song baby
I just wanna keep this shit a hunnit I was frontin'
When I said I didn't love you all along baby
That's my, that's my baby
That's my, that's my, that's my baby
That's mine
That's mine
That's my, that's my, that's my baby
I tried to go and tell you how I felt
Gave you time I knew that time would tell
Cold hearted feelings never melt
Bad bitch wit me she a flame
Bloody shoes she's gon' leave a stain
Lil sauced whippin' in the range
Getting cold ice is in my veins
You just mad that you ain't binge drinking
Goin up with all the homies she just mad that she ain't wit me but we're still linking
I hate to say it but I'm still simpin'
You still worry bout the trust baby
I don't think you got enough baby
I just wanna keep this shit I hunnit I was frontin' when I said I didn't think about us baby
That's my, that's my baby
That's my, that's my, that's my baby
That's mine
That's mine
That's my, that's my, that's my baby
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Writer(s): Joshua Rothberg
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