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Audrey Nuna - Baby Blues Remix Ft Beam Lyrics

"Baby Blues (Remix)" lyrics AUDREY NUNA Lyrics "Baby Blues (Remix)"
(feat. BEAM)

Ayy, ayy

It was autumn, we were in college
Dropping credits, while you were bombin' sakés
Different majors, brand new fragrance
We hit the matrix, Toyota spaceship
Posing for Palace, needed the money
Hated the hustle, and tried to make it famous

Showed up fucked up to the shoot
Fucked up at the shoot
Fucked up at the shoot
Fucked up at the shoot
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, ayy

Foolin' us with your baby blues
Even your best friends can't condone the things you do
Foolin' us with your baby blues
Even your best friends can't condone the things you do
You do, you do, you do, ayy

You still the baddest
It's an honor
You just graduated college
From all that knowledge
Had a graduation party
You left all your friends then
Straight to my direction
You had all intentions to come for me
On my mind
Never gave a fuck about them dudes
And I (like that)
Yeah I like that (yeah, I do)
It's more than sex, you wanted conversations
And I (like that)
Scare you with a naked truth but I like it when you
Bite back
Useless, loyal
Hope you like that Prada that I bought you
Got that Louis in that closet
It ain't about them blue billies
Shawty I spend it on you silly
Even on them new titties
All of your friends I know dem can't control me
But you taking the risk on me
I know what you did for me
Bonnie and Clyde (Clyde)
It's as soon as I slide
Making it flick
LLC your business
Look up "will you marry me" on that blimp

Foolin' us with your baby blues
Even your best friends can't condone the things you do
Foolin' us with your baby blues
Even your best friends can't condone the things you do
You do, you do, you do, ayy

It was summer, rented the Hummer
Droppin' debit, while you were eatin' makis
Different places, brand new station
I read the pages, I heard you made it
Acting for Summit, needed the money
Hated that bustle, they went and made you famous

Showed up fucked up to the shoot
Fucked up at the shoot
Fucked up at the shoot
Fucked up at the shoot
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, ayy

Foolin' us with your baby blues
Even your best friends can't condone the things you do
Foolin' us with your baby blues
Even your best friends can't condone the things you do
You do, you do, you do, ayy