Lyrics My Baby (feat. Spiroh & Verge) - Tashinga

Tell me things that you like
I'll tell you things that I know
I wanna play in your league baby
I wanna take that shit slow
And I can call you my babe
And you can me your baby
And I can call you my babe
And you can me your baby
And I can call you my babe
And you can me your baby
And I can call you my babe
And you can me your baby

She like the numbers on the board
But I can can double that shit
Pull out the lambo
Let the seats do the most
And let her ass be the boss
I'm Peter Parker if swinging on you
Set the table on moon
But we can a make coupe
I know heard you about the boy
And what he does with his juice
I'm way too Jiggy huh?
You say you heard about my flow
And thought its Biggy huh?
You hit the lights
I hit the sheets
And let the demon out
I show things that you heard about
Never been about
Big Bags, life on hills, is that's what you like?
Niggas always fuck you over, is that what you hype?
I don't think you'll take an L
If I'm rolling dice
Cause I got everything you need
If you my feeling my type
Gotta check w my dawgs if they feeling your vibe
I know many come and they go
I need gold in my life
If you ever give me time
We can put it aside
So tell me shit you like
Tell me things that you

Tell me things that you like
I'll tell you things that I know
I wanna play in your league baby
I wanna take that shit slow
And I can call you my babe
And you can me your baby
And I can call you my babe
And you can me your baby
And I can call you my babe
And you can me your baby
And I can call you my babe
And you can me your baby

I don't need a girl, man I need a savage
Gotta be a boss and she can't be average
Stack up my paper, take you round the atlas
Anywhere you wanna we could move to Calabasas
Everybody looking but nobody get to touch
Gotta say less cause you doing too much
And Got your face beat while you playing Don't Rush
No time for the streets cause you can't do such
Designer bags are your thing
You winning, you independent you might buy you a ring
You way outta my league how the hell you get to me
Girl you really living different spending money in Gucci
Eating breakfast at Tasha's
Spending money for practice
I'm blowing you X's O's
There's beauty behind your madness
Still say less do much
No time for the streets cause you can't do such

Tell me things that you like
I'll tell you things that I know
I wanna play in your league baby
I wanna take that shit slow
And I can call you my babe
And you can me your baby
And I can call you my babe
And you can me your baby
And I can call you my babe
And you can me your baby
And I can call you my babe
And you can me your baby