baby blues remix
Lyrics
Ayy, ayy
It was autumn, we were in college
Dropping credits, while you were bombin' sakes
Different majors, brand new fragrance
We hit the matrix, Toyota spaceship
Posing for Palace, needed the money
Hated the hustle, and tried to make it famous
Showed up fucked up to the shoot
Fucked up at the shoot
Fucked up at the shoot
Fucked up at the shoot
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, ayy
Foolin' us with your baby blues
Even your best friends can't condone the things you do
Foolin' us with your baby blues
Even your best friends can't condone the things you do
You do, you do, you do, ayy
You still the baddest
It's an honor
You just graduated college
From all that knowledge
Had a graduation party
You left all your friends then
Straight to my direction
You had all intentions to come fuck me
On my mind
Never gave a fuck about them dudes
And I (like that)
Yeah I like that (yeah, I do)
It's more than sex, you wanted conversations
And I (like that)
Scare you with a naked truth but I like it when you
Bite back
Useless, loyal
Hope you like that Prada that I bought you
Got that Louie in that closet
It ain't about them blue billi's
Shawty I spend it on you silly
Even on them new titties
All of your friend dem know dem can't control me
But you taking a risk on me
I know what you did for me
Bonnie and Clyde (Clyde)
It's as soon as I slide
Yeah, making it flick (flick)
LLC your business
Look up "Will you marry me?" on that blimp
Foolin' us with your baby blues
Even your best friends can't condone the things you do
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Foolin' us with your baby blues
Even your best friends can't condone the things you do
You do, you do, you do, ayy
It was summer, rented the Hummer
Droppin' debit, while you were eatin' makis
Different places, brand new station
I read the pages, I heard you made it
Acting for Summit, needed the money
Hated that bustle, they went and made you famous
Showed up fucked up to the shoot
Fucked up at the shoot
Fucked up at the shoot
Fucked up at the shoot
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, ayy
Foolin' us with your baby blues
Even your best friends can't condone the things you do
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Foolin' us with your baby blues
Even your best friends can't condone the things you do
You do, you do, you do, ayy
Writer(s): Anwar Sawyer, Audrey Chu, Ethan Brian Johnson, Tyshane Thompson, Jonathan Bezianis
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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