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lirik lagu baby wyd (remix) – nardo wick

[intro: nardo wick]
baby, what you doin’? ayy
baby, what you doin’?

[chorus: nardo wick]
baby, what you doin’? come here, i been missin’ you
i wanna f*ck, i know you can tell by how i’m kissin’ you
i know you say you like it when i get to rubbin’ you (okay, bet)
come here, baby girl, then let me rub on you
baby, what you doin’? baby, what you doin’? (baby, what you doin’?)
baby, what you doin’? come here, i been missin’ you (baby, what you doin’?)
baby, what you doin’? baby, what you doin’? (baby, what you doin’?)
baby, what you doin’? come here, i been missin’ you (baby, what you doin’?)
[verse 1: nardo wick]
when i put it in your stomach, you be screamin’, tryna take it
you grip the covers tight while you make the ugly face
yeah, the outfit cute, but you look better when you naked
everybody say my name but it sound better when you say it
let my face be your chair, come here, sit right here
all that juice drippin’ out, got some in my ear
while i’m in it, look you in the eyes, you know i like to stare
know you finna cum, you say, “don’t stop, right there”
i hear “fp, fp, fp, fp, fp,” when you throw it back
d*mn, uh, uh, uh, uh, bae, you throwin’ that
all that can’t even fit in one hand, that’s how you know it’s fat
i fiend for it as soon as we get done, that’s how i know you crack

[chorus: nardo wick, latto, ]
baby, what you doin’? come here, i been missin’ you
i wanna f*ck, i know you can tell by how i’m kissin’ you
i know you say you like it when i get to rubbin’ you (okay, bet)
come here, baby girl, then let me rub on you
baby, what you doin’? baby, what you doin’? (baby, what you doin’?)
baby, what you doin’? come here,
baby, what you doin’? baby, what you doin’? (yeah, big latto)
baby, what you doin’? come here, i been missin’ you (uh*huh)

[verse 2: latto]
(*clap, clap, clap, clap, clap*)
when i throw it back (uh)
he like, “bae, lets sixty*nine,” i told him, “i don’t f*ck with rats”
got the, “h*llo, nice to meet you” grip, you know this p*ssy sn*tch? (uh)
this that mortal kombat, i finish him, he met his match
daddy, what you doin’? come here, i been missin’ you
i wanna f*ckin’ l!ck on you
swallow it, and sip on you
i was thinkin’ balcony, you know i love that penthouse view
sloppy*toppy in the coupe (uh)
talk to it like interviews (yeah)
let yo’ face be my chair, i’ma sit right here (here)
i love missionary, make my ankles touch my ear (ear)
bae, you know i’m c*cky, wanna f*ck you in the mirror (on god)
if he scared of the p*ssy, i’ma make him face his fear
[verse 3: lakeyah]
lakeyah, i ain’t got a thing for them street n*ggas (yeah)
other n*ggas can’t compete with ’em (nuh*uh)
grip my ass like the glock .40
while i ride the d*ck like the beat, n*gga (i ride)
no bbl but my waist sn*tched (sn*tched)
petite b*tch, yeah, i’m real bad (real bad)
feed it to you like soul food, only real n*ggas get to taste that (ayy, ayy*ayy)
and i know you wanna f*ck (f*ck)
i’m like, “come on, babe, whassup?” (‘sup)
he like, “baby, where you at?”
i’m like, “boy, i’m pullin’ up” (up)
yeah, you could fold me up with my legs gone
let him hit it, have his head gone
yeah, rock somethin’, i head home
guard n*ggas out doin’ bedroom
if he wanna pull it, i’ma let the n*gga, ’cause he payin’ for it just to get done
now i tell my n*gga, “don’t be scared now, take the safety off, i’m tryna make you bust it”
ayy, girl, i’m tryna wife it, i ain’t tryna be no wifey
i’m the type to go one night, and block a n*gga while he typin’
he like—

- nardo wick

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