Yogi, Kid Ink, Maleek Berry and Ray Blk - Baby

(Oh baby)
Berry 'pon this
Kid Ink

Lil' mama you gon' catch a case, catch a case
That thing you're doing, with your waist
I'ma call the police on your behind, your behind
Swear I don't lie
See trouble where you cause, if you ain't careful you be doing time, doing time
For the way you whine
Make all the boys shiver and coat though
You're packing heat like a stove though
Shake your money maker, got me spending more dough
She wanna ride with a baller
African boy, shot caller
We spray pounds and dollars
Baby I ain't never been a long talker
Fly you out to Lagos
I can make you famous
Girl if you jump on the mic and I make the beat
We waking up the neighbors

Oh baby
Boy I know that you can talk the talk
Bad man then can you walk the walk
So gwaan and show me what you got
Oh baby
Boy I know that you can talk the talk
Bad man then can you walk the walk
Now gwaan and show me what you got

I see you in them blue jeans, white Nike
Looking like a you tryna get tighter
I could give it to you 'til you tired
I'm a fan of that ass in the crowd throw a sign up
We ain't tryna lay with the ladies
Other bitches background, baby girl you listen
Oh, it's movie in here
All she want do is Netflix and chill
I know I know, hoes follow me wherever I go I go
You been tryna give me that arrow arrow
Know that you the only thing I'm on I'm on
Baby the way that we living it might change it
'Cause the way that I'm eatin' is all gravy
Alumni is the label that pays me

Oh baby
Boy I know that you can talk the talk
Bad man then can you walk the walk
So gwaan and show me what you got
Oh baby
Boy I know that you can talk the talk
Bad man then can you walk the walk
Now gwaan and show me what you got

This ain't for keeps, just a rental
One night then he got sentimental
Said he want a London gyal, now he won't stop writing like a penpal
Oh, top grade yeah, presidential
Boy I hope you know what you're getting in to
Then I cut him off like again soon
Now he's in my phone like, uh

Oh baby
Boy I know that you can talk the talk
Bad man then can you walk the walk
So gwaan and show me what you got
Oh baby
Boy I know that you can talk the talk
Bad man then can you walk the walk
Now gwaan and show me what you got

Oh baby
I love when you touch me there, there
I wanna throw my hands in the air, air
Don't mind you messing my hair, hair
Oh baby
I love when you touch me there, there
I wanna throw my hands in the air, air
Don't mind you messing my hair, hair

Oh baby
Boy I know that you can talk the talk
Bad man then can you walk the walk
So gwaan and show me what you got
Oh baby
Boy I know that you can talk the talk
Bad man then can you walk the walk
Now gwaan and show me what you got

Written by:
Alexander Bernhard Lewis, Brian Collins Jr., David Phelps, Ivan Jackson Rosenberg, Janee Millicent Lucy Bennett, Joseph Cabrera, Ken Gold, Mark Stuart Ralph, Matthew Stephen Walker, Michael Lawrence Denne, Okunola Abdul Maleek Anu-Oluwa Shoyebi, Rita Ifiok Abasi Ekwere, Yogesh Naraindas Tulsiani

Publisher:
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