WYDTM - DeJ Loaf, Lil Durk

Yeah

Baby what you do to me

Take a ride baby

Take a ride baby

Take a ride with me in my car

Dont take it wrong i’m a star

I want you baby go hard

Lets take a ride off to mars

Couple hate you baby I may

Everybody left you, I say

You backed out of a lot of relations

And we ain’t got a relation baby

What you do to me, baby

What you do to me, baby

What you do to me, baby

What you do to me, baby

What you do to me

What you do to me

What you do to me, baby

What you do to me

Take a ride with me in my car

Dont take it wrong i’m a star

I want you baby go hard

Lets take a ride off to mars

Baby what you do to me

What you do to me, baby

What you do to me

What you do to me, baby

Change your life, change your life

Type of shit that i do

Make you fall in love

Type of shit that i do

You got me screamin' to the top of my lungs

You make me feel like i’m on top of the world

Need a nigga like Durk, yeah

We could start a family, OTF yeah

He be off lean, still work yeah

Thats good pussy, good stroke yeah

All you bitches mad, I came through

And I lock you down, I hold you down

I got you baby, thats right

Walk, walk, real rider, cool right beside me

Yeah, thats my baby I don’t need no other driver

Don’t need cash i just buy Balnciaga’s

He a savage, I love everything about him like

What you do to me, baby

What you do to me, baby

What you do to me, baby

What you do to me, baby

What you do to me

What you do to me

What you do to me, baby

What you do to me

Take a ride with me in my car

Dont take it wrong i’m a star

I want you baby go hard

Lets take a ride off to mars

Baby what you do to me

What you do to me, baby

What you do to me

What you do to me, baby

Toss up Henny, so I can make love to you

Like, fuck up my nigga

You fuck with a savage

So ima go crazy they fuck with you

Me you, no others, cool

Dance, love, baby I want you

Truth or dare so its true

Wanna blow that pussy like a flute

I wanna lay down on it, rapper sing on it, put a ring on it

No Beyoncé

We can be like Kim and Kanye

Except you can be my fiancé

Balenciaga’s you can hide a joint

My show money you can’t afford

Real shit, ain’t just recording

Just made 2 hundred off touring

These bitches back on they phones

Fake girls I love the fibbers

Take hands of singles, I blow it

Man I can’t wipe these hoes, and she know it

She want a relation and I’m all for it

Baby what you do to me

What you do to me, baby

What you do to me, baby

What you do to me, baby

What you do to me, baby

What you do to me

What you do to me

What you do to me, baby

What you do to me

Take a ride with me in my car

Dont take it wrong i’m a star

I want you baby go hard

Lets take a ride off to mars

Baby what you do to me

What you do to me, baby

What you do to me

What you do to me, baby