Baby ft. The Dream Lyrics
LL
LL I SEE YOU J THE AMERICAN DREAM
RADIO KILLA (ohh)
ya ya ya ya ya (man i dont think they can handle this one)alright alright
call the radio & say
its your song(x5)
girl come on(x3)
shawty(cause)im your
your baby (x4)
im your
your baby (x4)
im your
your baby (x4)
im your
your baby (x2)
yehhhhh
(LL the american dream)
(LL COOL J)
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 & winding against my leg she messing wit my head wanna play in bed, Sex with pumps on,toenails red your bodys a gun baby,pop me full of lead its hard to hold you when you moving vogar peace sign on your eyes like john travolta my pulp aint fiction its an addiction to see your booty clap on the floor on the kitchen
nasty girl taught me all the lingo
my momma play bingo she ride man dingo she dont give a damn if im married or single she make me tingle
(shawty im your )
cause im your
your baby (x4)
im your
your baby (x4)
im your
your baby (x4)
im your
your baby (x2)
ehhhhh
(LL COOL J)
(iluv it)
she likes hip hop and R&B
her life time goal is to be on T.V she lookig for a man that can give her a break like Usher or Justin Timberlake im really not sure if her breast are fake cause with whip cream on them they taste just like cake, we drink some beer,cidar,daddy 64
she shot me in the back with cupids arrow we finished the six pack,
she pushed the seat back pulled up her dress so she let me peep that im drunk as a skunk
feeling all dirty, Truck stopped there threw my 7:30 bought her some desert give a damn if its early its spinnig around like roller durby everything about her says she dont deserve me i hope im worthy (cause shawty im your)
cause im your
your baby (x4)
im your
your baby (x4)
im your
your baby (x4)
im your
your baby (x2)
yehhhhh
cause he aint nothin like me you can search but u never gonna find a love thats quite like mine and a man that can love u good and could treat you like he should with me shawty ur the shit he might be good but he aint like this
(cause im your baby)
(LL COOL J)
In the back of the pick up, clothes done ripped up
she seen my chrome wheel,think it more reel running and laughing music blasting
side of the road bent over crashing mouth all dry
i can feel the urge if you see my momma dont say a word the cops wanna know why my words is slurred dont ask me officer ask her want another drink baby she like suree, wanna hit the club
she like i dont curee,
she all in the rear view doing her hurr hairspray and lipgloss everywhurr
this all happens on a average day your life is a trip girl im here to stay never had a girl make me feel this way even though i had to pay
shawty im your
your baby (x4)
(everybody put you hands in the air)
im your
your baby (x4)
(its an ll cool j affair)
im your
(the american dream)
your baby (x4)
im your
your baby (x2)
(all my fly ppl put your hands in the air)
yehhhhh
