6lack Wifey Baby Mama
[Intro]
One, two, three, four
Yeah, yeah, huh
Uh, felt like I was in over my head for a minute
But if I start somethin', I gotta finish
So, yeah
Work it out
Work it out, work it out (Hey)
Shit, got a nice ring to it, huh
[Verse 1]
Okay, now this time around is different
Promise, I swear
I've traveled the world
Seen it all and never cared, no, no
Besides the pap', huh
Can't relate
Separate me from what you hate
Set it straight and up the pace
Last time we fussed was some wild shit, I know
You loved a poet who can't get his words right sometimes
And you ain't sign up for that, you waitin' on the punchline
It's feelin' like crunchtime
I really want my
[Chorus]
Baby mama without the drama, huh
Give you everything I got for a thousand summers
I know you wanna
Plans of gettin' married in a villa
Our baby throwin' flowers (Flowers)
Blood in, blood out, true spiller
Let's make the world ours
[Verse 2]
Ayy, to be a man, show you that I can, let me follow suit
Like a tailor, if I fail her, I'ma pull up in that coupe
Smokey blue, when I brake, that shit gon' feel like parachute
Candy rain, retract the roof, soul for real, it's bulletproof
They can shoot it, but I'm Cupid, keep a arrow on my hip
2-14 like Marshall Faulk, she gon' catch me if I slip
Won her over in the south of France, picked up at the shore
By a boat that took us to a boat, how could you ask for more?
This love is lavender smellin', vanilla kiss, after we relish
Patek with relics, we done made a national treasure
Valentine colored seats
Cherry red wine to help us speak
Smooth it over 'til it's all peachy
That convo I fumble, last one I stumble
You royalty, but in my mind it feel like Royal Rumbles
If it ain't you, then I'ma pack it up
Our promises are parallel, you gotta back it up
[Chorus]
Baby mama without the drama, huh
Give you everything I got for a thousand summers
I know you wanna
Plans of gettin' married in a villa (Married)
Our baby throwin' flowers (Flowers)
Blood in, blood out, true spiller
Let's make the world ours
