Hey sweet mama Baby don't you go too far I love the way you love me An' I love the way you comb your hair An' I love the way you love me baby Love the way you comb your hair If it was left up to me babe You would never get to go nowhere I wanna know

Oops, baby, I love you Oops, my baby, you woke up in my bed Oops, we broke up, we're better off as friends Now I accidentally need you, I don't know what to do And when I think about the way you touch my body You've got me singing This could be my

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah That is just so typically me Oh baby, baby I'm not that innocent Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah I think I did it again I made you believe we're more than just friends

You give me feels and I Know that I know, that I know that it's real You give me, you give me feels And I'm catching feelings, baby Know that I know, that I know that it's real (that it's real) You give me, you give me feels (oh) You give me feels

Baby don't worry about it I'mma beeee right here, waitin on you I'mma be right here, waitin on you I'll be waiting on you (I'll) Can't wait 'til we make real love Because these conjugal visits just ain't enough I'm really looking forward to a future for

I know what I was on, I had a Pilot Jones She took me high, then she took me home Pilot Jones, Pilot Jones We once had things in common Now the only thing we share is the refrigerator Ice cold, baby, I told you, I'm ice cold (ice cold!) You out here

Tryna do things the right way, baby You're mine for now Tryna do things the right way Right way, the right way, the right way Tryna do things the right way, baby, baby Until I get you mad somehow 'Til I start cussin' in the house Until you start rackin',

Don't be insecure If your heart is pure Don't know wrong from right You're still good to me if you're a bad kid, baby A bad kid, baby A bad kid baby One of the bad kids I'm a bad kid Oh I'm a bad kid

Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, ooh No more, no more Yeah, no more Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, yeah Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby Niggas see the crib and ask who did I steal from Price tags on makin' the world feel some

How could you do it? She's in it just to win it Don't trust her for a minute It's like a cheap thriller She's such a ladykiller Baby it's not alright The second that you turn your back she'll be outta sight Baby she'll break your heart