LL Radio killer Yea, Y'all think they can handle this one man Alright Call the radio and tell 'em this your song (This your song, this your song, this your song, this your song) Girl come on (girl come on, girl come on,) Cause I'm your baby, I'm your baby, I'm your baby, I'm your baby I'm your baby, your baby, your baby, your baby I'm your baby, your baby, your baby, your baby I'm your baby, your baby
Met this little girl, she was off the hook I got cold chills when her body shook Hot sex on the platter no need to cook I let her steal my heart like a horny crook Had her grinding and winding against my leg She messin' with my head, wanna play in the bed Sexy pumps on, toenails red Your body's a gun baby, pump me full of lead It hard to hold you when you movin' vulgar Peace sign on your eyes like John Travolta My pulp ain't fiction, it's an addiction To see your booty clap on the floor in the kitchen Nasty girl, taught me all the lingo While mama play bingo, she ride Mandingo She don't give a damn if I'm married or single She makes me tingle
[Chorus] Shawty I'm your baby, I'm your baby, I'm your baby, I'm your baby I'm your baby, your baby, your baby, your baby I'm your baby, your baby, your baby, your baby I'm your baby, your baby
She likes Hip-Hop and R&B Her life time goal is to be on TV She looking for a man that could give her a break Like Usher or Justin Timberlake I'm really not sure if her breasts are fake Cause with whipped cream on em, they taste just like cake We drink some beer, inside of daddy's '64 She shot me in the back with cupids arrow We finish the 6-pac, she push the seat back Pulled up her dress n she let me peep that I'm Drunk as a skunk, feeling all dirty Truck stop bathroom at 7:30 Bought her some dessert, give a damn if its early Head spinnin' around like roller derby Everything about her says you don't deserve me I hope I'm worthy
(Cause I'm your baby) You need somethin' like me? (Good luck) Cause he ain't nothin' like me (no) You can search but you never gone find A love thats quite like mine (no) Need a man that can love you good And treat you like he should With me shawty you the shit He might be good but he ain't like this Cause I'm your baby
In the back of the pickup, clothes the rip up She see my chrome wheels, it gets more real Running and laughing, music blasting Side over the road, bent over crashing Mouth all dry, can feel the urge If you see my mama, don't say a word The cops wanna know I'm a word are slurred Don't ask me officer ask her Wanna another drink baby she like sure Wanna hit the club she like I don't care She all in the rear-view doin' her here Hairspray and lip gloss everywhere This all happens on an average day Your life is a trip girl, I'm here to stay Never had a girl make me feel this way Even tho I had to pay
Writer/s: TERIUS NASH, CHRISTOPHER STEWART, JAMES TODD SMITH
Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Peermusic Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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16-tear-old Lorde wrote the lyrics to "Royals" at home in just half an hour. She was inspired by the "ridiculous, unrelatable, unattainable opulence" that runs through such albums as Kanye West and Jay-Z's Watch the Throne and Lana Del Rey's Born To Die.