Fat Joe, DJ Drama, Cool N Dre, Sevyn Streeter - Babyface lyrics
Fat Joe [Joseph Antonio Cartagena] The Bronx, New York City, U.S. 🇺🇸
DJ Drama [Tyree Cinque Simmons] Philadelphia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Fat Joe, DJ Drama, Cool N Dre, Sevyn Streeter - Babyface lyrics]
I love you i swear I love it though
Cool and Dre
Tripping in Punta sipping on
Everything designer, she fitted off marijuana
Shoved her on the cama now
She posing for pics
Threw a ribbon on that ass now open your gift
Watch the palm trees sway
Face time with baby face
I ain't got all the answers but I do know ye
The bag got her twerkulating like
The stimmies is back
I'm like aw, gimme that, gimme that
You can have whatever you
Like not just purses
Pick any batter you want we do a verzuz
(Gangsta, gangsta)
Now that the paper's straight
Fuck it it's only right I give you baby face
I'll give you sun, the rain
The moon, the stars, and the mountains
I'll give you the world
And all that you wish for and even more
Cause boy I love you more
Than words can prove and that's for sure
You know our love is pure
Ay yo there's levels to this shit
So I wrote me a manual
Pink sands over Chanel sandals
Tell me have you
On beach, we do it just like the Cubans do
If we talking Montana I might
Have moved a few
Got Kenny Evans on background singing classic
I used to want Halle Berry and Toni Braxton
Dreams of making millions and I
Blew right past it (What would Big do)
Christine on the ring, we call it blue magic
Call up the captain and tell him
To bring the yachts out she on the rebound
It's time to see her box out
Now that the paper's straight
Fuck it it's only right I give you baby face
I'll give you sun, the rain
The moon, the stars, and the mountains
I'll give you the world
And all that you wish for and even more
Cause boy I love you more
Than words can prove and that's for sure
You know our love is pure
Cool and Dre
Tripping in Punta sipping on
Everything designer, she fitted off marijuana
Shoved her on the cama now
She posing for pics
Threw a ribbon on that ass now open your gift
Watch the palm trees sway
Face time with baby face
I ain't got all the answers but I do know ye
The bag got her twerkulating like
The stimmies is back
I'm like aw, gimme that, gimme that
You can have whatever you
Like not just purses
Pick any batter you want we do a verzuz
(Gangsta, gangsta)
Now that the paper's straight
Fuck it it's only right I give you baby face
I'll give you sun, the rain
The moon, the stars, and the mountains
I'll give you the world
And all that you wish for and even more
Cause boy I love you more
Than words can prove and that's for sure
You know our love is pure
Ay yo there's levels to this shit
So I wrote me a manual
Pink sands over Chanel sandals
Tell me have you
On beach, we do it just like the Cubans do
If we talking Montana I might
Have moved a few
Got Kenny Evans on background singing classic
I used to want Halle Berry and Toni Braxton
Dreams of making millions and I
Blew right past it (What would Big do)
Christine on the ring, we call it blue magic
Call up the captain and tell him
To bring the yachts out she on the rebound
It's time to see her box out
Now that the paper's straight
Fuck it it's only right I give you baby face
I'll give you sun, the rain
The moon, the stars, and the mountains
I'll give you the world
And all that you wish for and even more
Cause boy I love you more
Than words can prove and that's for sure
You know our love is pure