Lyrics Vic Mensa – New Bae
Text:
Hook:
Let me pick my face up off the floor I’m off the D’USSÉ
I’ve been going so hard this week and shit it’s only Tuesday
I left my bitch at home, I think I need a new bae
Pull up, pull up, I poured a drink let’s get twisted, get twisted some more, yeah
Better be good to me, baby
Girl, you better be good to me
I see your eyes when you look at me I see your soul
I see your soul, you better be good to me, girl
Verse:
Yeah Yeah, damn she so bad but damn she look so good every time she get low
I ain’t E-40, baby, but, baby girl I’mma tell you when to go
We skip the bed every time that we fuck we get straight to the floor
I buy the ticket you get on the road
She says she live in Australia, I’ll fly you out to Chicago
She doesn’t like the cold weather, she wants a vacay, a vacay in Cabo
She got the frame of a model,
I wanna ride like a saddle
I fall in love with her, 5’7″ stallion
Fresh out the shower, I’m licking your asshole
My new bae, you’re my new bae
Let’s make a movie, are we moving too fast?
Who cares? You’re my new bae
With my drinking I’ll be on the floor
Hook
Verse 2
New bae, new bae, up in Sacramento
D’USSÉ, D’USSÉ with the Amaretto
Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang when I switch tempos
Have you ever had your ass in the air, hands tied to the bed, legs tied to the leg post?
While your roommate watching, plotting, playing with herself like who gon’ get the head most?
We can do the three-three, yeah, what about Kiki?
Bring her to the crib in the Hills with the studio, tell her we can have a little FeFe
Make you feel a way
I’mma run my finger in a spiral up your spine like a staircase
You know that I know the right spot, girl
How you doing squats, girl, I can make your legs shake
Hit you from the back, make the bed break
When I beat the brakes off it, yeah yeah
Pussy getting wet, let it marinate
Let a nigga taste something, girl, yeah yeah
You are fucking with a Chicago nigga, like DJ Pharris
Say, girl, it ain’t nothing to spend on a bottle
That’s just cause your body the truth if I dare say,
sound crazy
I know I’m talking crazy, girl, blame it on the D’USSÉ
But you look so bad if you’re good to me I might just make you my new bae
Hook
Outro
My new bae, you’re my new bae
Let’s make a movie, are we moving too fast?
Who cares? You’re my new bae
With my drinking I’ll be on the floor
