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• Artiste: Fredo Bang
• Titre: Baby Please
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Baby, don’t be mad at me Please, no… Baby, don’t be mad at me Ayy, ayy, ayy *** you off Babe, please don’t be mad at me Late night calls Know I’ll be the right one Now I can fall That *** be feelin’ like a tidal wave Friday night and we ***’ to the Saturday I get caught up with these hoes I know that’s embarrassing I said that I’m wrong You act like you ain’t hearin’ I cut down bad, know you talkin’ bout the lead, man Why touch my phone when you know that I’ll be tweakin’? Baby, please, tell me that you want, man Baby, please, tell me that you need, man Baby, please, baby, please, baby, please Baby, please, baby, please, baby, please Baby, please, tell me that you want, man Baby, please, tell me that you need, man Baby, please, baby, please, baby, please Baby, please, baby, please, baby, please If I buy you flowers, would that give me a few hours Just to show you that I love you And I know that you’ve been tired of them games that I’ve been playing You can call me what you want, but when I get my hands on you I’ma *** you down and give you ass a business And I own up to my *** cause I’m a grown man And I know I can lick it way better than your rose, yeah Make you scream, look over your hoes, make your toes, yeah Take off all your clothes and expose like you poor dance Baby, please, tell me that you want, man Baby, please, tell me that you need, man Baby, please, baby, please, baby, please Baby, please, baby, please, baby, please Baby, please, tell me that you want, man Baby, please, tell me that you need, man Baby, please, baby, please, baby, please Baby, please, baby, please, baby, please And I own up to my *** cause I’m a grown man And I know I can lick it way better than your rose, yeah Make you scream, look over your hoes, make your toes, yeah Take off all your clothes and expose like you poor dance