Baby
Bishop Briggs
He likes zombies
And the apocalypse
He's got some black magic up in those fingertips
Got a gold tooth
And a shit car
Always running his mouth, yeah he's got a few scars
And I love the way that
He puts my seat back
Looks at me
Pulls a joint out his backpack
Ayy, ayy
Ride or die every night every day
My baby's got a fucked up head
Doesn't matter 'cause he's so damn good in bed
Yeah he's still my baby
Yeah he's fuckin' crazy but he's still my baby
My baby's misunderstood
How could something so bad look so damn good?
Yeah he's still my baby
Yeah he's fuckin' crazy but he's still my baby
Doin' stupid shit
When he drinks too much
But he looks good in leather so I don't give a fuck
And his Gucci shoes
Chewin' Juicy Fruit
And I got that sugar, sugar for his sweet tooth
And I love the way that we walk the train tracks
Foggin' the, windows up, on the way back
Ayy, Ayy
Ride or die every night every day
My baby's got a fucked up head
Doesn't matter 'cause he's so damn good in bed
Yeah he's still my baby
Yeah he's fuckin' crazy but he's still my baby
My baby's misunderstood
How could something so bad look so damn good
Yeah he's still my baby
Yeah he's fuckin' crazy but he's still my baby
Yeah, yeah, I like him like that
Yeah, yeah, I like him like that
Yeah, yeah, I like him like that
Yeah he's fuckin' crazy but he's still my baby
Sometimes I run my fingers through his hair
Think of the crazy shit that's under there
Angel and devil and that jet black stare
Yeah, yeah, I like him like that
My baby's got a fucked up head
Doesn't matter 'cause he's so damn good in bed
Yeah he's still my baby
Yeah he's fuckin' crazy but he's still my baby
My baby's misunderstood
How could something so bad look so damn good
Yeah he's still my baby
Yeah he's fuckin' crazy but he's still my baby
Yeah, yeah, I like him like that
Yeah, yeah, I like him like that
Yeah, yeah, I like him like that
Yeah he's fuckin' crazy but he's still my baby
