He likes zombies
And the apocalypse
He's got some black magic up in those fingertips
Got a gold tooth
And a **** car
Always running his mouth, yeah he's got a few scars
And I love the way that
He puts my seat back
Looks at me
Pulls a joint out his backpack
Ayy, Ayy
Ride or die every night every day
My baby's got a ****** up head
Doesn't matter 'cause he's so damn good in bed
Yeah he's still my baby
Yeah he's ******' crazy but he's still my baby
My baby's misunderstood
How could something so bad look so damn good
Yeah he's still my baby
Yeah he's ******' crazy but he's still my baby
Doin' stupid ****
When he drinks too much
But he looks good in leather so I don't give a ****
And his Gucci shoes
Chewin' Juicy Fruit
And I got that sugar, sugar for his sweet tooth
And I like the way that we walk the train tracks
Foggin' the, windows up, on the way back
Ayy, Ayy
Ride or die every night every day
(Every day)
(Every day)
(Every day)
(Every day)
(Every day)
(Every day)
Yeah he's ******' crazy but he's still my baby
My baby's got a ****** up head
Doesn't matter 'cause he's so damn good in bed
Yeah he's still my baby
Yeah he's ******' crazy but he's still my baby
My baby's misunderstood
How could something so bad look so damn good
Yeah he's still my baby
Yeah he's ******' crazy but he's still my baby