U LIKE?
Oh, baby, that's what you like?
Oh, baby, that's what you like?
Oh, baby, that's what you like?
Oh, baby, that's what you like?
Take one to the head, then take another
Bougie bitch, she don't do no regular, she rock Gucci and stilettos
Oh, baby, that's what you like?
Oh, baby, oh, baby, that's what you like?
Got a redbone lighter than a feather
Put her on codeine, she put me on psychedelics, oh, I get it, oh
Baby, that's what you like?
Oh, baby, oh, baby, that's what you like?
She was gone before I seen her, she so mischievous
I just push to start the Demon, don't put no keys in
She ain't loyal but I keep her 'cause she helping me win
Her friends hate me 'cause their niggas broke, I'd hate to be them
Yeah, oh yeah, oh damn
Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
He want beef with me, but I want cheddar
Got the LaFerrari, came with red leather
I don't think the Lord can save me no more, yeah
I don't stop at red lights, always on go
'Member I ain't have twenty, now it's twenty a show
And momma, you see your son, told you that I would blow
Take one to the head, then take another
Bougie bitch, she don't do no regular, she rock Gucci and stilettos
Oh, baby, that's what you like?
Oh, baby, oh, baby, that's what you like?
Got a redbone lighter than a feather
Put her on codeine, she put me on psychedelics, oh, I get it, oh
Baby, that's what you like?
Oh, baby, oh, baby, that's what you like?
Oh, baby, that's what you like?
Oh, baby, that's what you like?
Oh, baby, that's what you like?
Take one to the head, then take another
Bougie bitch, she don't do no regular, she rock Gucci and stilettos
Oh, baby, that's what you like?
Oh, baby, oh, baby, that's what you like?
Got a redbone lighter than a feather
Put her on codeine, she put me on psychedelics, oh, I get it, oh
Baby, that's what you like?
Oh, baby, oh, baby, that's what you like?
She was gone before I seen her, she so mischievous
I just push to start the Demon, don't put no keys in
She ain't loyal but I keep her 'cause she helping me win
Her friends hate me 'cause their niggas broke, I'd hate to be them
Yeah, oh yeah, oh damn
Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
He want beef with me, but I want cheddar
Got the LaFerrari, came with red leather
I don't think the Lord can save me no more, yeah
I don't stop at red lights, always on go
'Member I ain't have twenty, now it's twenty a show
And momma, you see your son, told you that I would blow
Take one to the head, then take another
Bougie bitch, she don't do no regular, she rock Gucci and stilettos
Oh, baby, that's what you like?
Oh, baby, oh, baby, that's what you like?
Got a redbone lighter than a feather
Put her on codeine, she put me on psychedelics, oh, I get it, oh
Baby, that's what you like?
Oh, baby, oh, baby, that's what you like?
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