Luyện nghe bài hát Baby

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Radio
Yeh

Y'all think they can handle this one

Call the radio and tell 'em this your
This your song, your song, this your song, this your song

come on, girl come on, girl come on
Cuz Im your baby, baby, your baby, your baby
Im your baby, your baby, baby, your baby
Im your baby, your baby, your baby, your
Im your baby, baby

Met this little girl, she was off the
I got cold chills when her body
Hot sex on the platter, no need to
I let her my heart like a horny crook

Had her grinding and against my leg
She with my head, want a nigga to beg
Sexy pumps on, red
Your bodys a gun baby, me full of lead

It hard to hold you when you vulgar
Peace sign on your eyes like Travolta
My pulp ain't fiction, an addiction
To see your clap on the floor in the kitchen

Nasty girl, me all the lingo
While play bingo, she ride Mandingo
She give a damn if Im married or single
She me tingle

Shawty Im baby, your baby, your baby, your baby
Im your baby, baby, your baby, your baby
Im your baby, baby, your baby, your baby
Im baby, your baby, yeah

She likes and R&B
Her life goal is to be on TV
She for a man that could give her a break
Like Usher or Justin

Im really not if her breasts are fake
Cuz wit cream on em, they taste just like cake
We some beer, inside of daddy's '64
She shot me in the with Cupids arrow

We the 6-pac, she pushed the seat back
Pulled up her n she let me eat that
Im drunk as a skunk, all dirty
Truck stop bathroom at

Bought her some dessert, mother its its early
Head spinnin around like derby
Everything about her says you deserve me
I Im worthy

Cuz Im your baby, your baby, your baby, your baby
Im baby, your baby, your baby, your baby
Im baby, your baby, your baby, your baby
Im your baby, your baby,

(Cuz Im baby)
You somethin' like me?
(Good luck)
Cuz he nothin' like me
(No)
You can search but you gone find
A thats quite like mine
(No)

a man that can love you good
And treat you like he
me shawty you the shit
He might be good but he like this
Cuz Im baby

In the back of the pickup, are ripped up
She see my chrome wheels, it gets real
and laughing, music blasting
Side of the road, bent over

Mouth all dry, puffin herb
If you see my mama, dont say a
The cops wanna why my words are slurred
ask me officer, ask her

Want another drink She like, Sure
hit the club? She like, I dont curr
She all in the doin her hurr
Hairspray and lip gloss

This all on an average day
Your life is the shit girl, Im here to
Never had a make me feel this way
Even I had to pay

Shawty Im baby, your baby, your baby, your baby
Im your baby, your baby, your baby, baby
Im your baby, baby, your baby, your baby
Im baby, your baby, yeah