Teksty:
Guy Why You Wanna Keep Me From My Baby

my baby boy You know, so tell me Why you wanna keep me from my baby? Sittin' here drivin' me crazy I never did nothin' wrong to my child You say you wanna

't know why I keep calling Why I keep all of these girls at my shows They loving me but I don't know why I keep calling Why I keep calling you All the

And everybody died! Except for me. You know why? 'Cause I had my tray table up And my seat back in the full upright position Had my tray table up And my

you my baby I'd be stuntin' like my daddy And there's not many, who catch my eye We both wearing Gucci, she match my fly And that's why, I suppose to

, I can keep a secret To me, the niggas with the most money, is the cheapest Wanna give me money off the book? Daddy you can keep it That's why they

just wanna play the game Beads around my wrist and around my ankle You bought my record so now I thank you Now it's time for me to resurrect I've got

with this moody ass bitch Is... you. Rather be, (Hey baby its... you) rather Rather be, (Now baby its... you) rather Rather be, (Hey baby its... you

me Bow Weezy baby Lamborghini Mossy baby Diamonds is so frosty nigaa baby mama wanna date me Said she wanna balla wanna tear da mall up I can lay down hundreds from

Fresh Mode, ANDYCAT: Hey, let me plummet from the summit to the scene as bactine To clean away the rotten bacon fakin sizzling I wanna make your feelings cool, let's get you