Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ohh Baby, artist - Cam'Ron. Date of issue: 28.09.2023
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Ohh Baby |
| Alexander Wang, or maybe Helmut Lang |
| Givenchy, Phillip Lim that’s just to name some names |
| You with me or you with him, cause I don’t play those games |
| You were me and you were him cause I don’t play them games |
| For you I’d let that money fly, call it paper planes |
| Velvet bowtie and blazer with a pair of shades |
| Talk slicker than Rick, fresher than Dana Dane |
| I love rugby to death, made that my baby’s name |
| Cancel a chick over champagne like Flava Flav |
| Your time’s up, honey don’t mind us |
| I’m just trying to be a member like where I sign up? |
| Please straight dime, her swag was the finest |
| So bad I write for her like Killa sign her |
| Yes my favourite queen, back block, back shots make her scream like |
| Shh don’t make a scene, Jag drop |
| Top, I’m a fiend like |
| She had me like, I had her like |
| Came through in it, she said |
| Jordans on, Ralph Lauren on |
| I’m forcing on, nahh |
| I’m like ma come so we can just |
| Calling me calling me Yeah remembering |
| Gwendeline, Sophie, Madeline, Kim, and them |
| To all your friends with dough, she kept some M&Ms |
| Michelle and Tiff stay fly, about ten of them |
| , Levis, my girl had the knee-highs |
| Word buzzing had it buzzing like a beehive |
| Fast forward, tall guy please drive three cribs, three states |
| At each one three rides |
| Hard luck to get washed up Don’t need |
| A rachet for the young boy so old heads I need five |
| Her Blackberry, the colour of strawberries |
| My Prada’s were blueberries |
| Listen boo them dudes silly like Mark Carry |
| Girl don’t miss the boat so ma hurry up I was bugging her now I’m telling her |
| Them dudes can’t see me like the governor |
| I’m drugging her, like my credit card |
| Discovered her |
| No wonder b she under me just like the muffler |
| Pillow case muffle her while I’m up in her |
| Took it off she was like |
| Now I don’t f*ck with her |
| Nah |
| What’s up with her |
| Every time I get up with her, can’t lie |
| Miss Pretty, call you Miss Kitty |
| Findi strapped flash Daisy Dukes be Miss Sixties |
| For Christmas she the type to M6 me Stick shift me, income tax, yes we flip quickly |