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| LL Cool J Baby ll radio killer yeh, y'all think they can handle this one man alright call the radio and tell 'em this your song (this your song, this your song, this your song, this your song) girl come on (girl come on, girl come on,) cuz im your baby, im your baby, im your baby, im your baby im your baby, your baby, your baby, your baby im your baby, your baby, your baby, your baby im your baby, your baby met this little girl, she was off the hook i got cold chills when her body shook hot sex on the platter no need to cook i let her steal my heart like a horny crook had her grinding and winding against my leg she messin with my head, wanna play in the bed sexy pumps on, toenails red your bodys a gun baby, pump me full of lead it hard to hold you when you movin' vulgar peace sign on your eyes like john travolta my pulp ain't fiction, it's an addiction to see your booty clap on the floor in the kitchen nasty girl, taught me all the lingo while mama play bingo, she ride mandingo she dont give a damn if im married or single she makes me tingle shawty im your baby, im your baby, im your baby, im your baby im your baby, your baby, your baby, your baby im your baby, your baby, your baby, your baby im your baby, your baby she likes hip-hop and r&b her life time goal is to be on tv she looking for a man that could give her a break like usher or justin timberlake im really not sure if her breasts are fake cuz wit whipped cream on em, they taste just like cake we drink some beer, inside of daddy's '64 she shot me in the back with cupids arrow we finish the 6-pac, she push the seat back pulled up her dress n she let me peep that im drunk as a skunk, feeling all dirty truck stop bathroom at 7:30 bought her some dessert, give a damn if its early head spinnin around like roller derby everything about her says you dont deserve me i hope im worthy cuz shawty im your baby, im your baby, im your baby, im your baby im your baby, your baby, your baby, your baby im your baby, your baby, your baby, your baby im your baby, your baby (cuz im your baby) you need somethin' like me? (good luck) cuz he ain't nothin' like me (no) you can search but you never gone find a love thats quite like mine (no) need a man that can love you good and treat you like he should with me shawty you the shit he might be good but he aint like this cuz im your baby in the back of the pickup, clothes the rip up she see my chrome wheels, it gets more real running and laughing, music blasting side over the road, bent over crashing mouth all dry, can feel the urge if you see my mama, dont say a word the cops wanna know im a word are slurred dont ask me officer ask her wanna another drink baby she like sure wanna hit the club she like i dont curr she all in the rearview doin her hurr hairspray and lip gloss everywhurr this all happens on an average day your life is a trip girl, im here to stay never had a girl make me feel this way even tho i had to pay cuz shawty im your baby, im your baby, im your baby, im your baby im your baby, your baby, your baby, your baby im your baby, your baby, your baby, your baby im your baby, your baby |
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