BE MY BABY
100 Golden Oldies Vol. 2 Lyrics

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I said I take care of my kids
But I'm flexin' on my baby mama
I'm like, "Damn I shoulda worn a condom."
Boom boom boom

My shoes sold out in one day
Pull out the blueprint bumpin' dat Gunplay
In a Maybach pockets stay fat

So fly I could parallel park on a fucking runway
Going down a one way the wrong way
Shoot barrel long range
Swag like pro ball
Gave her a ring, phone call

Money talk, pole vault
Walked in, drove off
So uncomfortable at the dealership, I don't take my robe off
I wake up and I get to it
Breakfast time I might sea food it
Lunch time I might lamb chop it
And you do is talk shit like you was eatin' booty
Southside in my bloodstream
Smokin' on that propane
I could tell ya ass one thing, I like gettin' head wearing both chains
All white with no stains
I been trappin' fore the Grammy nods
I been countin' money so long
I'mma need a damn hand massage
So many cars
I can barely park
So many cars
I need another damn garage
I'm famous with my fam around
Damn I wish I had my dad around
Gave a nigga a Lamborghini
So that's a motherfuckin' lamb-me-down

Watch how I'mma kill 'em for the summer (Watch how I'ma kill em)
Watch how I'mma kill em for the summer (Watch how I'ma kill em)
I'm just flexin' on my baby mama (I'm just flexin')
I'm just flexin' on my baby mama (I'm just flexin')

Watch how I'mma kill 'em for the summer (Watch how I'ma kill em)
Watch how I'mma kill em for the summer (Watch how I'ma kill em)
I'm just flexin' on my baby mama (I'm just flexin')
I said I'm just flexin' on my baby mama (I'm just flexin')

Ey, European style my dresscode
Gunshots in the club, echo
Walk around with a .36
With six shots in my .38 Special
Black car, black Timbs
Bank of America back then
She tryna tell me her life story
And all I want is a lap dance
Good times smokin' J's rockin' J's in the rap Ernie Barnes
If I paint a canvas it'd be Melee
Firearms, Viacom, maricón
If she bad I invite her home
Buying chains like I'm buyin' homes
Rims taller than Kevin Hart, Ride Along
Them rhinestones you ain't shinin' nigga
I ain't hidin' so you ain't gotta find me nigga
All my clothes are designer nigga
In my back seat reclinin' nigga
Came in rockin' all gold
And I'm fuckin' all y'all hoes
Smokin' on that Lee Haney
Sippin' on that hard boiled
This that get back
Click clack get back
Smokin' on raw paper
This ain't zig zags
Snakeskin wallpaper
Rose gold chandelier
I'm lookin' for a baby eater
Can I get a volunteer?

Watch how I'mma kill 'em for the summer (Watch how I'ma kill em)
Watch how I'mma kill em for the summer (Watch how I'ma kill em)
I'm just flexin' on my baby mama (I'm just flexin')
I'm just flexin' on my baby mama (I'm just flexin')

Watch how I'mma kill 'em for the summer (Watch how I'ma kill em)
Watch how I'mma kill em for the summer (Watch how I'ma kill em)
I'm just flexin' on my baby mama (I'm just flexin')
I said I'm just flexin' on my baby mama (I'm just flexin')

I said I take care of my kids
But I'm flexin' on my baby mama

I'm like "Damn I shoulda worn a condom"
Boom boom boom

Overall Meaning

In the song Be My Baby by 100 Golden Oldies Vol. 2, the lyrics paint a picture of the singer reminiscing about a lost love. The first verse describes the memories of being with his ex-lover by the sea - where they would float and pretend to be free. Despite the setting being serene, the singer reveals that his lover meant nothing to him. The second verse highlights the singer's internal struggles, where he feels that his conscience is wounded, and he needs to escape to a place where nobody goes where cold winds don't blow. However, a wave breaks, and the singer realizes that he cannot cope alone as he's lost his 'floaties'.

The last segment of the song is a repetition of the phrase 'my baby's gone,' which further confirms the significant loss the singer feels. The song's entirety, while soft and beautiful, carries a sense of deep melancholia and heartbreak.

Line by Line Meaning

My baby breaks by the sea
My beloved walks by the ocean

Floats her arms around me
Her embrace is gentle and comforting

Where they pretend to be free
The sea and sky offer the illusion of freedom

She don't mean nothin' to me
Despite her affection, I am emotionally distant

This broken opera just screams
My tragic life is a cacophony

What don't get said in my dreams
The unspoken thoughts haunt me

Don't need no shoulders to lean
I prefer to deal with my problems alone

Still I feel far too clean
I am burdened by my sense of purity

My baby's beauty explodes
My lover's physical attractiveness is overwhelming

My wounded conscience unloads
My guilty conscience weighs heavy on me

I go where cold winds don't blow
I seek solace in tranquil places