Do Dat Baby (feat. Dawn Richard)

Cakes Da Killa

Compositor: Cakes Da Killa / Samuel Katz

Ayy-yeah
You ready?

Come and switch up the tempo
(Do that baby)
Straight weak to your touch
(And my hips is shakin')
Hugged up in the cut
('Cause the spot is blazin')
You know I never gave a—, what?
(Cakey, you so crazy)
Come and switch up the tempo
(Do that baby)
Straight weak to your touch
(And my hips is shakin')
Hugged up in the cut
('Cause the spot is blazin')
You know I never gave a—, what?
(Cakey, you so shady)

Catch me out in Bangkok draped all in carrots
In a good toe furry boots made of rabbits
Everytime I hop out on the scene hands grabbin'
Told 'em keep it cool, if he want it he could have it
Now my ex men stickin' to me like a magnet
Pics on the gram got these boys tryna ravish
Lips, my hips, my thighs, my package
Eat it up quick before it poof like magic
Yeah, baby can you gimme sum more
Put it on him like a G till I lose control
Till the ref blow the whistle
He suckin' all on my gristle
I'm ridin' it side saddle
He diggin' on his initials
I could not fathom
Sex with no Magnum
You bagged a hot one
No need for braggin'
Straight to your section
Refill my glass and
Deep end dive to a fatal attraction

Come and switch up the tempo
(Do that baby)
Straight weak to your touch
(And my hips is shakin')
Hugged up in the cut
('Cause the spot is blazin')
You know I never gave a—, what?
(Cakey, you so crazy)
Come and switch up the tempo
(Do that baby)
Straight weak to your touch
(And my hips is shakin')
Hugged up in the cut
('Cause the spot is blazin')
You know I never gave a—, what?
(Cakey, you so shady)

Come and switch up the tempo
(Do that baby)
Straight weak to your touch
(And my hips is shakin')
Hugged up in the cut
('Cause the spot is blazin')
You know I never gave a—, what?
(Cakey, you so crazy)
Come and switch up the tempo
(Do that baby)
Straight weak to your touch
(And my hips is shakin')
Hugged up in the cut
('Cause the spot is blazin')
You know I never gave a—, what?
(Cakey, you so shady)

Something in the way that ya move
I can't seem to keep my hands off of you
Oh baby, don’t drive me crazy, yeah
Something in the way that ya move
I can't seem to keep my hands off of you
Oh baby, tryna drive me crazy

If you wanna do it gotta do it like that
Bite that lip, arch that back
Rock them hips before you bang this track
Gotcha body soaking wet, sex appeal on tap
So come, mister tally man and tally these bananas
Hearing every whisper, ooh they can’t take ya
Soft like Allysa dressed like a twister
Do it for the boys that be voguing like they sister
Pull a bad mister
Sorry yes, I missed ya
Wet your whistle up
When ya sip this elixir
20/20 on bigger picture gettin' clearer
Make this joint pop and spin like Shadera
Deara, my deara
Stuck all in the mirror
Vibe too right
And the look so severah
Catch me in the spot
Ain't nobody coming near ya
Might need a velvet rope just to make it real clearer (ooh)

Come and switch up the tempo
(Do that baby)
Straight weak to your touch
(And my hips is shakin')
Hugged up in the cut
('Cause the spot is blazin')
You know I never gave a—, what?
(Cakey, you so crazy)
Come and switch up the tempo
(Do that baby)
Straight weak to your touch
(And my hips is shakin')
Hugged up in the cut
('Cause the spot is blazin')
You know I never gave a—, what?
(Cakey, you so shady)

Come and switch up the tempo
(Do that baby)
Straight weak to your touch
(And my hips is shakin')
Hugged up in the cut
('Cause the spot is blazin')
You know I never gave a—, what?
(Cakey, you so crazy)
Come and switch up the tempo
(Do that baby)
Straight weak to your touch
(And my hips is shakin')
Hugged up in the cut
('Cause the spot is blazin')
You know I never gave a—, what?
(Cakey, you so shady)