Hello, My Name Is Baby

A sticky secondary enveloped the world
In these dark times they stopped loving music
May the Lord bless them and shed light on them
May the Messiah come down to them and her name will be MAYBE BABY

Yes, I look like a baby
Crazy on the head - I'm a crazy baby
Pink lips - I'm a raspberry baby
Guys stick to me, because I'm a spit baby
Gold chain on me, Prada or Fendi at the bottom
Wearing Bape on bae, they know the name Baby
M - like mom, B - like brand, Peekaboo, uh, God damn
Your Versace - resale, I'm Ms. Cartier - Lil' May
I blister my eyes, Fantasy Bra - brand label on the bra

What's Lose? I love the taste of win, win, win, win, Maybe - sommelier
Balenci and Gucci won't help you - poverty on your face
Hey, yo, my Street name is Benjamin, because this baby is on the bubble
I have Stacy on the phone, I say, 'Do it, baddie'
The baby grew up on Friends, and now twerks under Maybe
I'm in TSUM, with me Kiki, love cash and rap
At Victoria's Secret, bitch, and it's not a secret (Let's go)

May speaks under the beat
And worships me for your style
What does it say? I'm a Queen, bitch, please
Provoked to beef - run, you're stuck
Hey, no offense, don't get hit
You're not a little Bitch, you're a mini pig
There were millions of faces, like in the movie 'Split'

I'm simultaneously Mr. and Mrs. Smith
Yes, I'll sleep with anyone who reads cooler May
That's why I'm still alone in bed
Young Queen, better with age, like Peter Pan
Google the word 'style' - there will be a photo of Wiki on Wiki, Damn