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come here baby - lac lyrics

[hook: lac]
(ooooooohhh)
come here baby
come here baby
come here baby
you know without you, i be goin’ crazy
cause i’ve been thinking, about you lately

[verse 1: lac]
that sh-t you doin’ just be motherf-ckin’ shady
you know that i treat you like a lady
cause you my baby
so i say girl, “what’s your name girl?”
always runnin’ in my mind all the time, girl
so that’s why
i’m always grinding for you
working hard so i can f-cking buy sh-t for you
and i’m vibin’ with you
you say you got a main guy, well now you got two
(aye)
i go to your house like, “what do you want?”
like make up your mind
you say i ain’t got time, you make me inside
go sip on some wine
like godd-mn you fine
it’s 2018, you know you a dime
i’ll f-ck up this rhyme (let’s go)

[verse 2: joebama]
it’s joebama, f-cked on your lil baby mama
it’s presidential, spit that f-cking elemental
getting dome, call that being f-cking mental
hoes need attention? get off of my f-cking mentions
girl, i’m tryna chill with you, get lit with you
girl, i’m tryna vibe with you, get high with you
girl, walk a dog with you, go jog with you
i don’t wanna fight with you, girl

[hook: lac & joebama]
come here baby
come here baby
come here baby
you know without you, i be goin’ crazy
cause i’ve been thinking, about you lately

[interlude: lac & joebama]
-iphone ringtone playing-
wait, what the f-ck you thinking bout, bro?
i don’t know, bro, i don’t know
bro, yo bro, who is it?
aw f-ck, it’s my girl
well i mean, the f-ck tell her we’re in the middle of something
like that we’re…we’re rapping?
yeah like this (aye)

[verse 3: lac & joebama]
this young n-gga go big baller
only f-ck with hunnids, no dollar
i just bought your b-tch a new choke collar
your sh-t sound like white noise
shout out to the gang, call that trailer boys
us n-ggas don’t motherf-ckin’ flex sh-t
t.i.p. to the motherf-ckin’ cl-t
all my n-ggas on the come up, aye
pull up to the church, that’s a bless up, aye
9 v 6, never mess up, aye
pull up to your b-tch, that’s a check up, aye
that’s what you’re on, n-gga i want more
bands, bands, bands on my feet, n-gga
this is all the sh-t that you can’t see
pull up to your b-tch, see a snack
yeah, she an almond joy
yeah, hanging with the trailer boys
i’m who you’re tryna be
so let’s just take a seat
-inhales from vape-
-coughing-

- lac lyrics

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