Baby I Like It

Album: single release only (2011)
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  • I think I like this
    I like this
    Yeh, KayCee, what I look like

    Now all the pretty girls put your hands up in the air
    All the pretty girls put your hands up in the air
    All the pretty girls put your hands up in the air
    All the pretty girls put your hands up in the air

    Yeh bad bitches on dizay, cash like a d-boy, cord like a izay
    A pill like my name should be there, look at his name
    It goes down when I'm round, wanna be displayed
    I'm The Boss, Sly, Soprano, Tony Montana, Flo Puppy, Luciano
    Exotic chick playing sure damn on my piano
    Shot sister rock never runs outa ammo
    Take the just gassed up



    Tell me how you girl act in the club when you turn around
    And everybody cried in the club
    When you gettin turned up, and the song come on,
    And she don't go ahead till there' no buckle up
    And if it's feeling real good, go and stand up on the couch
    And look around at everybody like here,
    What's up
    You are trying to steal my heart,
    But I guarantee you that nobody can do it, do it do it do it like us

    I see you shaking it, girl
    Keep doing it for me
    Dancing like you're make it
    I I already see what it's gonna be.
    If you wanna we can take you there,
    Meet you and your homey.
    It depend on what you like,
    Girl you gonna go with what feels right.

    I can be made bad, so damn bad
    Everybody gonna make them other girls mad
    I like it
    Ain't nothing wrong with a bad girl babe
    It's not what they say
    Cos
    Baby I like it
    Baby I like it
    Baby I like it
    Baby I like it
    Baby I like it
    Oh yeh
    Baby I like it
    Baby I like it
    Baby I like it
    All the pretty girls put your hands up in the air

    Spend my money get more dough
    But I bet that girl don't get low,
    I need the baddest chick in here,
    To take her hands and touch her toe.
    I've never seen a body like you before,
    I know I mean I never seen a girl like you now
    Keep rocking that thing back and forth,
    Stop lying girl, what you acting for
    I know, get a little coozie when you're sleepin
    Girl, you ain't got a lot of kicking,
    I am nothing like them other niggers, I am different,
    I just wanna see your body move
    Girl don't shoot me

    I can be made bad, so damn bad
    Everybody gonna make them other girls mad
    I like it
    Ain't nothing wrong with a bad girl babe
    It's not what they say
    Cos
    Baby I like it
    Baby I like it
    Baby I like it
    Baby I like it
    Baby I like it
    Yeh yeh
    Baby I like it
    Baby I like it
    Baby I like it
    All the pretty girls put your hands up in the air
    All the pretty girls put your hands up in the air
    All the pretty girls put your hands up in the air
    All the pretty girls put your hands up in the air

    I wanna see who's my favorite
    Yeah, you're my, you're my favorite
    My, I add you look amazing
    By the way you're moving I can't tell you ain't lazy, baby
    Uh no choice but to like it honey
    If she bad I'm a check on it
    Like it
    Now I got my hands between her legs
    Hike it
    You already know, like a mo-fucker's psychic
    The badder the better, give 'em the fourth letter
    I'ma give you something big
    Words of a letter
    Wallace, he's the wireless, who's the stylist
    Tell me if you'd like it

    I like 'em when they bad, so damn bad
    Everybody gonna make them other girls mad
    I like it
    Ain't nothing wrong with a bad girl babe
    It's not what they say
    Cos
    Baby I like it
    Baby I like it
    Baby I like it
    Baby I like it
    Baby I like it
    Yeh yeh
    Baby I like it
    Baby I like it
    Baby I like it
    Baby I like it
    Baby I like it
    Baby I like it
    Baby I like it
    Baby I like it
    Baby I like it
    Baby I like it
    Baby I like it
    Baby I like it
    Baby I like it

    Put your hands in the air
    All the pretty girls put your hands up in the air
    All the pretty girls put your hands up in the air
    All the pretty girls put your hands up in the air
    All the pretty girls put your hands up in the air

    I like it baby, I like it baby
    Incre
    KayCee, Your boy Diddy
    DNT, Low Soul
    Danger, lets go, don't stop now Writer/s: JOHN JACKSON, KEVIN COSSUM, MARCELLA ARAICA, NATE HILLS, SEAN COMBS
    Publisher: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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