Wild Girl Baby Tate (Ft. ​bbymutha)

[Intro: Yung Baby Tate]
Oh, it's your girl Yung Baby Tate
And we in here goin' crazy
Girls goin' wild, girls goin' wild
It's girls goin' wild
Girls goin' wild, girls goin' wild
It's complete mania right now
Oh my god, they on the floor, they gettin' crazy
You better call your girl right now
'Cause if she not at home, she in here
Girls goin' wild, girls goin' wild
And best believe she goin' wild!
Girls goin' wild, girls goin' wild

[Verse 1: Yung Baby Tate]
Let me set the mood, man, these girls goin' stupid
From my point of view, I could shoot it just like Cupid
She moving her booty like she don't know where her boo is
Tell her bring her friends 'cause I know just how her crew get (Ooh)
She and all her friends, they got the same style (For real)
I know just how they get it and I know that they wild (Crazy)
I was standin' next to them, I seen them make out (Ooh)
They don't need no seven inches, they need eight miles (Run it)
This girls goi'’ dummy (Woah), she got some ass shots
But I took 'em from her tummy, she make that bag drop
Where my girls getting money? (Ka-ching!) Where my hoes gettin' dough? (Dough)
Pussy drippin' and it's runny like it got a cold (Achoo!)
She not a ho (She my girl)
Got her legs to the sky, she a fly girl (Woah)
All the boys talkin' shit in the corner (Uh)
Like, "Nah, that could never be my girl" (Sure)
As if (If) you could even bag
I got some bad bitches with me so I need to brag (Bad, bad)