Baby Pink
Camila Cabello Song Lyrics

I like the way you texting me

I like the things you say to me

I hate the way the chemistry's

So good, it gets the best of me

Mm..

The boy is becoming a man

The skeptic's becoming a fan

More complicated than I planned

I know I can misunderstand

You..

Let some of that baggage go

'cause I couldn't let you go

Boy

Pull my hair just like before

You know I like love and war

Boy

See my letter at your door

Signed it, 'c, xoxo,'

Boy

Motherfucker, you're mine forever.

And the mini's baby pink

We got too wild and broke the sink

My neck iced out like a rink

Gems are baby pink

Yummy, my lips taste like my drink

You know you folding for me is my kink.

Yeah, I dress to kill, I just got a new army

Jacquemus purse, and the shoes are versace

Teasing my ex is my favorite hobby

Went a little too far, I'm sorry.

Latin boys calling me 'amor' and 'mami'

Americans calling me 'baby' and 'shorty'

After the gym, I go get calamari

Get in the 'tessie and head to the party

Party.

Let some of that baggage go

'cause I couldn't let you go

Boy

Motherfucker, you're mine forever.

And the mini's baby pink

We got too wild and broke the sink

My neck iced out like a rink

Gems are baby pink

Yummy, my lips taste like my drink

You know you folding for me is my kink.

And the mini's baby pink

We got too wild and broke the sink

My neck iced out like a rink

Gems are baby pink

Yummy, my lips taste like my drink

You know you folding for me is my kink.

Daydreaming 'bout you ('bout you)

Do you ever think about me? ('bout me)

When you hear them play my songs, do you sing along and tell them, 'this about me'? (yeah, yeah)

All the fake shit I see (I see)

I thought you was down for the g (yeah, yeah)

Would've died for you like keem

Save my tears for the visine

You know what I mean?

Had dreams 'bout getting rich, then a nigga got rich

Then I went back to my mom house said, 'look what I did'

'Look what I did'

I need pink diamonds on my wrist

On my wrist

Need some rick owens for the fit

Need a gold plaque on the wall (the wall)

And a bad bitch to top it off

Thought we had it all, now I'm moving on

Found a new broad, let down my guard

They're all the same, you ain't no different from my old ho, knock it off

Money heal the pain, I'ma shop it off, walk in louie v, then I buy it all

I think I might rock the prada for the fall

Bottega boots make me feel tall

Yeah...

How long do I got until you fall and then you call again?

Text me broken hearts, I think you falling off our love again

Gave all the trust I got up in my heart for you, I promise

And if you say that you with it, then I'm 'bout it, yeah...

And I'm 'bout it, and you got it, if you want it, then I got it

Yeah, got it, want it, I got it

No limit up on my pockets

My pockets

I spend it 'cause I got it

Spend it, I got it.

And I'm 'bout it, and you got it, if you want it, then I got it

Yeah, got it, want it, I got it

No limit up on my pockets

My pockets

I spend it 'cause I got it, I got it, yeah...

Spend it, I got it.