baby blues remix (Feat. BEAM)

Ayy, ayy It was autumn, we were in college Dropping credits, while you were bombin' sakés Different majors, brand new fragrance We hit the matrix, Toyota spaceship Posing for Palace, needed the money Hated the hustle, they tried to make you famous Showed up fucked up to the shoot Fucked up at the shoot Fucked up at the shoot Fucked up at the shoot Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up Fuck it up, fuck it up, ayy Foolin' us with your baby blues Even your best friends can't condone the things you do Foolin' us with your baby blues Evеn your best friends can't condone thе things you do You do, you do, you do, ayy You still the baddest It's an honor You just graduated college From all that knowledge Had a graduation party You left all your friends then Straight to my direction You had all intentions to come fuck me on my mind Never gave a fuck about them dudes And I (Like that) Yeah, I like that (Yeah, I do) It's more than sex, you wanted conversation And I (Like that) Scare you with a naked truth, but I like it when you (Bite back) Useless, loyal Hope you like that Prada that I bought you Got that Louis in that closet It ain't about them blue billies Shawty, I spend it on you, silly Even on them new titties All of your friend dem, know dem can't control me But you taking a risk on me I know what you did for me Bonnie and Clyde (Clyde) It's as soon as I slide, yeah Making it flick LLC your business Look up, "Will you marry me?" on that blimp Foolin' her with your baby blues Even your best friends can't condone the things you do Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Foolin' her with your baby blues Even your best friends can't condone the things you do You do, you do, you do, ayy It was summer, rented the Hummer Droppin' debit while you were eatin' makis Different places, brand new station I read the pages, I heard you made it Acting for Summit, needed the money Hated that bustle, they went and made you famous Showed up fucked up to the shoot Fucked up at the shoot Fucked up at the shoot Fucked up at the shoot Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up Fuck it up, fuck it up, ayy Foolin' her with your baby blues (Blues) Even your best friends can't condone the things you do Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Foolin' her with your baby blues Even your best friends can't condone the things you do You do, you do, you do, ayy