BIG 2
Man I don't even wanna do all that talking, you know
Drop that shit
You already know what good with me, right?
What's happening
I get paper, she get paper too
We count it together
My lil baby love the drip
I let her sleep in my sweater
I make it rain on top the mattress
She say "bae make it wetter"
We can't fall off, we take a loss
It ain't no kissing it better
Ok
Told her turn around she start to poking it out (ugh)
I bring bae around she wanna smoke out the pound (yeah)
My niggas from the town she wanna throw up the Mound
She wanna shine, I'm on the grind, to put that gold in her mouth
Now she shining on these bitches and I love it (ugh ugh)
My lil baby too proud to beg no David Ruffin (ugh ugh)
Talmbout let me see the check when we at luncheon (ugh ugh)
I said pass the knife I'm bout to split your muffin (ugh ugh)
Out in public (ugh ugh)
Let me touch it (ugh ugh)
Get these duckets (ugh ugh)
Like it's nothing (ugh ugh)
Yeaa, Smashing on the rug you like rugged (ugh ugh)
Yeaa, talking to your momma while I rub it (ugh ugh)
I'm in the trap she talmbout sicki-sicky sucking
Baby let me break your back, I bring the crutches (ugh ugh)
I be talking all the shit that got you blushing
Let me hit it from the back inside your truck and ugh ugh
Yea yea
Yea yea
Ugh Yeah
Ugh Yeah
Ugh Yeah
Ugh Yeah
Ugh
No this ain't no baby mother rap
Lil bae I know you loving that
Change your name to Lunchable
You know DaVinci love to snack
Drop that shit
You already know what good with me, right?
What's happening
I get paper, she get paper too
We count it together
My lil baby love the drip
I let her sleep in my sweater
I make it rain on top the mattress
She say "bae make it wetter"
We can't fall off, we take a loss
It ain't no kissing it better
Ok
Told her turn around she start to poking it out (ugh)
I bring bae around she wanna smoke out the pound (yeah)
My niggas from the town she wanna throw up the Mound
She wanna shine, I'm on the grind, to put that gold in her mouth
Now she shining on these bitches and I love it (ugh ugh)
My lil baby too proud to beg no David Ruffin (ugh ugh)
Talmbout let me see the check when we at luncheon (ugh ugh)
I said pass the knife I'm bout to split your muffin (ugh ugh)
Out in public (ugh ugh)
Let me touch it (ugh ugh)
Get these duckets (ugh ugh)
Like it's nothing (ugh ugh)
Yeaa, Smashing on the rug you like rugged (ugh ugh)
Yeaa, talking to your momma while I rub it (ugh ugh)
I'm in the trap she talmbout sicki-sicky sucking
Baby let me break your back, I bring the crutches (ugh ugh)
I be talking all the shit that got you blushing
Let me hit it from the back inside your truck and ugh ugh
Yea yea
Yea yea
Ugh Yeah
Ugh Yeah
Ugh Yeah
Ugh Yeah
Ugh
No this ain't no baby mother rap
Lil bae I know you loving that
Change your name to Lunchable
You know DaVinci love to snack
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Writer(s): Donte' Smith
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