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Baby, won't you please come back?
Baby, won't you please come back to me?
Baby, won't you please come back?
Baby, won't you please come back to me?

Told her hit me on the hotline, you know, that 1-800
When she finally catchin' feelings and she wanna say somethin'
But it's wack, you know I try to stay humble
But I'd never wife a hoe and that's a bag I ain't fumble, ayy

She told me baby, won't you please come back? (Back, back)
Baby, won't you please come back to me? (You know I try to stay humble, ayy)
Baby, won't you please come back? (Oh, oh)
Baby, won't you pleasе come back to me? (Well that's a bag I ain't fumblе, uh)

Let's get into it, I'm tryna see what you doin' (Ayy)
When you say that you're with your girls, do you really think that I'm stupid? (Uh-huh)
I've been tryna link with you and you've been tryna like with me (What?)
So why the f**k you wanna paint me out to be their enemy?
I tell her can I just hit from the back
Who you talkin' to when you be talkin' like that
You used to say that my raps were just wack
Now you want me 'cause my pockets got extra fat (My pockets got extra fat)
Ooh, ooh (Ooh, ooh)
You hit my line at 6-7-1-2 (1-2, okay)
All on my feed, girl, I wanna see you (See you)
I like your style and I like your new shoes
But nah, okay, look
Yeah, we ridin' good, the top down, wind blowin'
You lookin' good, got your hair curled, skin glowin'
Got a new red dress, you got your back showin' (What?)
But I don't f**k with you, you want me 'cause my fame growin'

Hit me on that hotline
Now she's goin' on and on about the condoms that she saw inside my pocket
Told her, baby, those are not mine
WatchMojo, everybody know I'm top five
And I'm not five, four, three, two
I'm thinkin' you might be the one for me
So I'm pullin' up and takin' off my dungarees
The summer breeze we'll make sure you get somethin' to see
If you're hungry I can give you somethin' to eat (Sheesh)
And you know she want more, call her Billy Mays
Feel like I be doin' chores how I'm gettin' paid
Left the crib at 7:30, had to get away
She lookin' at me kinda thirsty like I'm Minute Maid
Yeah, lookin' hotter than a summer day
Getting money 'til I'm in the grave
Kick it with your b*t*h, I'm Johnny Cage, okay
Told her hit me on the hotline, you know, that 1-800
When she finally catchin' feelings and she wanna say somethin'
But it's wack, you know I try to stay humble
But I'd never wife a hoe and that's a bag I ain't fumble, ayy

Back, back
Back, back (Back to me)
Baby, won't you please come back?
Baby, won't you please come back to me? (Back to me)
Baby, won't you please come back? (Oh, oh)
Baby, won't you please come back to me?
Baby, won't you please come back?
Baby, won't you please come back to me? (You know I try to stay humble, ayy)
Baby, won't you please come back? (Oh, oh)
Baby, won't you please come back to me? (Well that's a bag I ain't fumble, uh)

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