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yomookster - bae lyrics

[intro] why he talking smack but can’t do what i do
i might go hit his chick in a hour or two
she ain’t texting his phone but he don’t got clue
and we shop at the mall she don’t know what to choose
she throwing it back i don’t hit but it’s tempting
nah, woah woah

[chorus ] why he talking smack but can’t do what i do
i might go hit his chick in a hour or two
she ain’t texting his phone but he don’t got clue
and we shop at the mall she don’t know what to choose
she be throwing it back i don’t hit but it’s tempting
i don’t hang with the homies they claim that i’m simping
i take her to eat she say that it was hitting
she eating me up she said that i’m delicious
i bust in her mouth and she swallow our children
we ride in a coop and it don’t got no ceiling
i don’t like my ex and i never had feelings
but she keep texting me trying to make a mends man
i’m cool with my bae and like when she rubbing and touching on me
i don’t even wrap up cause i don’t really mind if she have all my children
she responding late i think she loosing feelings

[verse1] but i hit you up on a different account
she don’t got a man cause i done found his house
she don’t got a problem cause i got a different amount and i live on a mountain
talking that talk but your mama still stressing your daddy in heaven
you think you gon make it boy you ain’t a blessing
you stressing bout women i’m stressing bout money
she come to my spot when she be needing something
she be to direct she be acting to rude
i call up her phone and we link get some food
i like how she act she get took my room
she like having fun why my baby so kinky
post on her story them boys keep on hating
her parents get mad cause she been home late lately
baby i love you you don’t got a clue
i’m feeling blue when i’m home without you
i’m trapped in my head steady searching for you
i think imma fold when i’m talking to you
don’t need nothing else baby i just need you
baby i swear it’s just all about you
you know you can’t mess me boy i’m to cool
i shoot at his head mama calling me brutal
they call me a alien fresh out of neptune
thoughts way to cluttered man i got no head room

[chorus ] why he talking smack but can’t do what i do
i might go hit his chick in a hour or two
she ain’t texting his phone but he don’t got clue
and we shop at the mall she don’t know what to choose
she throwing it back i don’t hit but it’s tempting
i don’t hang with the homies they claim that i’m simping
i take her to eat she say that it was hitting
she eating me up she said that i’m delicious
i bust in her mouth and she swallow our children
we ride in a coop and it don’t got no ceiling
i don’t like my ex and i never had feelings
but she keep texting me trying to make a mends man
i’m cool with my bae and like when she rubbing and touching on me
i don’t even wrap up cause i don’t really mind if she have all my children
she responding late i think she loosing feelings

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