Baby Brain

Dirty pore motherfucker, yeah, I can't relate
How you want war when I won't associate?
How you talk shit when you don't exfoliate?
On my time, no mistakes
I'm gettin' sassy on these apps
Kink shaming on a beat
That's where the fuck I'm at
Look, I'm piling bars like it's new to me
These shots were meant to be shared
I call this shit shot-cuterie
Aye, yeah
Fuck you thought?
Took my feelings offline
Put 'em in a song
Aye, Shirley Temple on a track
Get it poppin', get it tight
Then I'm never coming back, aye
P- bro, tryna fight with me
Gumby lookin' ass boy need to fix his teeth
Pulling knives, diss tracks on family
Blocked that boy on Insta
So he might as well be dead to me

Aye, what?
Fuck you say?
I knew I couldn't trust your baby brain ass anyway
Nini please, keep his shit serene
Set me free before I pop out
Give him somethin' sweet (Let's go)

(Stop calling me, do not text me, you are blocked)
(That's what I told him)
(Fucking love this shit)
(That's what I fucking told him)
(Keep it honest, keep it true, we love it)



Credits
Writer(s): Peter Berle
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