Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Baby, artist - LL COOL J. Album song All World 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: The Island Def Jam
Song language: English
Baby |
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 I’m your baby, your baby, your baby, your baby |
I’m your baby, your baby, your baby, your baby |
I’m your baby, your baby, your baby, your baby |
I’m 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 fuckin' with my head, want a nigga to beg |
Sexy pumps on, toenails red |
Your body’s 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 don’t give a damn if I’m married or single |
She makes me tingle |
Shawty I’m your baby, your baby, your baby, your baby |
I’m your baby, your baby, your baby, your baby |
I’m your baby, your baby, your baby, your baby |
I’m your baby, your baby, yeah |
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 |
I’m 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 Cupid’s arrow |
We finished the 6-pac, she pushed the seat back |
Pulled up her dress n she let me eat that |
I’m drunk as a skunk, feeling all dirty |
Truck stop bathroom at 7: 30 |
Bought her some dessert, mother fuck it’s its early |
Head spinnin' around like roller derby |
Everything about her says you don’t deserve me I hope I’m worthy |
Cuz shawty I’m your baby, your baby, your baby, your baby |
I’m your baby, your baby, your baby, your baby |
I’m your baby, your baby, your baby, your baby |
I’m your baby, your baby, yeah |
(Cuz I’m 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 that’s 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 ain’t like this |
Cuz I’m your baby |
In the back of the pickup, clothes are ripped up She see my chrome wheels, it gets more real |
Running and laughing, music blasting |
Side of the road, bent over crashing |
Mouth all dry, been puffin herb |
If you see my mama, don’t say a word |
The cops wanna know why my words are slurred |
Don’t ask me officer, ask her |
Want another drink baby? |
She like, 'Sure' |
Wanna hit the club? |
She like, 'I don’t curr' |
She all in the rearview doin' her hurr |
Hairspray and lip gloss everywhurr |
This all happens on an average day |
Your life is the shit girl, I’m here to stay |
Never had a girl make me feel this way |
Even though I had to pay |
Shawty I’m your baby, your baby, your baby, your baby |
I’m your baby, your baby, your baby, your baby |
I’m your baby, your baby, your baby, your baby |
I’m your baby, your baby, yeah |