Скачать трекТекст песни Camila Cabello, Eem Triplin - baby pink
I like the way you textin' me
I like the things you say to me, uh
I hate the way the chemistry's
So good it gets the best of me, mm
But boy is becomin' a man
Skeptics becomin' a fan
More complicated than I planned
I know I can misunderstand you
Let some of that baggage go, 'cause I couldn't let you go, oh
Pull my hair just like before, you know I like love and war
See my letter at your door, signed it "C-X-O-X-O," oh
Mothеrfucker, you're mine forеver
And the Mini's baby pink
We got too wild and broke the sink
My neck iced out like a rink
Gems are baby pink
Yummy, my lips taste like my drink
You know you fallin' for me is my kink
I dress to kill, I just got a new army
Jacquemus purse, and the shoes are Versace
Teasin' my ex is my favorite hobby
Went a little too far, I'm sorry
Latin boys callin' me "Amor" and "Mami"
Americans callin' me "Baby" and "Shawty"
After the gym, I go get calamari
Get in the Tessy and go head to the party
Let some of that baggage go, 'cause I couldn't let you go, oh
Motherfucker, you're mine forever
And the Mini's baby pink
We got too wild and broke the sink
My neck iced out like a rink
Gems are baby pink
Got me, my lips taste like my drink
You know you fallin' for me is my kink
And the Mini's baby pink
We got too wild and broke the sink
My neck iced out like a rink
Gems are baby pink
Got me, my lips taste like my drink
You know you fallin' for me is my kink
Daydreamin' 'bout you
Do you ever think about me?
When you hear them play my songs, do you hear them sing along
And you tell 'em, "This about me?"
All the fake shit I see, I thought you was down for the G
Would've died for you like Keem
Save my tears for the VISINE, you know what I mean
Had dreams 'bout gettin' rich, then a nigga got rich
Then I went back to my mom's house, said, "Look what I did"
I need pink diamonds on my wrist, need some Rick Owens for the fit, yeah
Need a gold plaque on the wall, and a bad bitch to top it off
Thought we had it all, now I'm movin' on
Found a new broad, let down my guard
They're all the same
You ain't no different from my old ho, knock it off
Knock it off, money in the paint
Money heal the pain, I'ma shop it off, walk in Louie V, then I buy it all
I think I might rock the Prada for the fall
Bottega boots make me feel tall
How long do I got until you fall and then you call again?
Text me broken hearts, I think you falling off our love again
Gave all the trust I got up in my heart for you, I promise
And if you say that you with it, then I'm 'bout it