Baby Cute — mad

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They’re blushing hard, mad shy (Mad shy)
Bitches biting our hair, nuh
No telling these bitches wha-wha-wha-what’s in my mind (I swear)
No founding me where I’m at, I’m como’d down
They’re blushing hard, mad shy
Bitches biting our hair, nuh
No telling these bitches wha-wha-wha-what’s in my mind (My mind)
No founding me where I’m at, I’m como’d down (Down)

Sorry for my ego, as a kid I dreamed of Vevo
Shine bright like a diamond, fuck the glitter
Can’t put down the cup with Cola Zero
Smoke big b**** like Dave Blunts, bitch, it’s not cigarette
We can spend our life like winners
Can only talk shit, we do no legal
Can’t fuck with that shit, they are terrible

Huh, bitch, I got too many guns and they shooting at the same time
Seeing future and I design, lil’ bitch, like Timmy-Timmy Turner
Timmy-Timmy-Timmy Turner, yeah
Fuck a bitch, leave it burn, hot
Fuck a hater, they gon’ hand tired
Big pants like a big business
I got some business that I know (Uh)
And I don’t wanna take a show
For all that bitches that I don’t know
That I don’t know, that I don’t, that I
We’re not same type of person
We don’t no asking — no questions
Bust down my wrist, bitch got purse
We no more angels, we cursed
Things strange, I don’t need no more being change
Look on my wrist, it’s like Big Ben
Hustle that shit from the real rage, yeah

They’re blushing hard, mad shy (Mad shy)
Bitches biting our hair, nuh
No telling these bitches wha-wha-wha-what’s on my mind (I swear)
No founding me where I’m at, I’m como’d down

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