baileys - Pedro Manuel: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

baileys

Hip-Hop/Rap

baileys was released on August 1, 2025 by introvert gang as a part of the album life of the party

Song Details

Albumlife of the party

Release DateAugust 1, 2025

Labelintrovert gang

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM80

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Pedro Figueroa

Rap

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Pedro Figueroa

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Pedro Figueroa

Producer

Lyrics

Yeah, drink in my hand, and a bitch on my dick

It's my birthday, fuck what you say

Came to work and I'm feeling paid

Green on me like the plants I made

Came from the concrete do what I say

Peruvian boy, he's slinging that ayy

Dominican boy, the hookah I pass it

It's the only drink, it's the fruit that's passion

I made this beat and I fuck it with passion

Last song I heard from the ****, I trashed it

The boy is dead I'ma leave him at bastard

The **** step down and now I'm laughing

Ha, ha, ha

Fuck it, fuck it

Drink in my hand like a bucket

Shooting shots, only buckets

Pour it like Gatorade, think I won em'

Ayy

I'm in a rush, I feel like Chris Tucker

Fuck him, fuck him

Ayy

You see that ****, I'm a bomb em'

You see that ****, I'm a drop em'

Dropping dead like a baby, ayy

If you made me or replaced me, I don't think you could save me

It's so hot, I'ma need some water

Cam on me and I got your daughter

Fuck that, I think it's a slaughter

Drunk P and he off the Bailey's

Tryna hit that bitch named Hailey

She don't care though

Titties like to stare though

Andela Dinero

Money Robert Dinero

In the taxi like I'm Baby Driver

Mama said I won't make tomorrow

Llama bed and that silk is cotton

Flow stank and that shit is rotten

If the money smell bad, then that boy be stinking

I like parties and bullshit

Bitch, I feel like Biggie

I don't wanna hear your voice, I don't even want opinion

I love hate more than love shit

Bitch, I think I'm trippin'

Think he might be trippin, think he might be trippin

Think he might be trippin, ayy

Think I might be trippin, think I might be trippin

Think I might be trippin

Think I might be trippin, ayy

Think I'm losing

Recorded that verse when I'm tipsy off baliey's

Shout out my **** that working that daily

Working so hard, I forgot how to relax

I been on fucking on my bitch, making stacks

I sell Zelle money wherever she at

She gaining that weight, I got something to grab

She's in the front, she want to go fast

That shit go vroom, it's like Mad Max,

My shit gon' boom

You ain't gon' last

I put your mixtape inside the trash

I burn that shit til it's gone

Riding solo, I don't need nobody

I don't need no friends, I don't need nobody else

Burn the place down

Burn the place down

Burn the place down

Burn the place down

Bitch, you thought I needed you

Bitch, you thought I needed you

Bitch, you thought, bitch, you thought

Bitch, you thought I needed you

Bitch, you thought I needed you

Bitch, you thought I needed you

Bitch, you thought, bitch, you thought, bitch, you thought I needed you

Bitch

Take it how it is, take it how I do it now

Pussy boy trying to copy style, you ain't this loud, huh

Rev up the engine, I can't hear that shit

20,000 fans at the door, they feel that shit

Where the sickos at

I wanna see one time

I wanna snatch they soul

I wanna let shit go

I wanna see him choke

Too many voices puttin' on the track

I got more inside this pack

Hot tamale, Batman, that boy crazy

Put him in Arkham Asylum

We send the message in all caps

MF Doom

I don't think they hear what I'm sayin'

I don't think they gon' catch the tune

You can't see me

I see you

You scared I know sum'

Every single feature I just popped I bodied em'

That's just Pedro's song at that point

You know what the fuck I mean

Smoke that shit

Gotta feel it in your lungs, boy

Smoke that shit

Gotta feel that shit, what's up, boy, you don't know

What is the difference like King to a pawn

I don't need friends, I do what I want

That's why I stood out in groups, I ain't wrong

All of my friends never fucked with the songs

Life of the party left em' now he gone

Why you in shambles? I ain't even drop

I just be shimmy, shimmy, shimmy, ya ****!

Swerving fast, tryna die, ****

Crash in 'em see it live, ****

I don't know who could fuck with me

I been on like the AC

Cold as fuck when you see me

Hot as fuck, don't believe me

I'm at the video shoot with the shades on

I see charcuteries I'ma take some

Cause back where I'm we ain't had none

I'm in Brooklyn running up my tracks up

In Manhattan, chillin' with actors

I wanna say, shout out my fans

Cause my haters are fried like pan

Y'all **** is in my comments

My **** is in the mosh pit

Like that **** who? Oh no comment

Look at they watch, why they huffing and puffing

What they gon' do

Big ass watch with a fake ass bitch

She got fake titties and I love that shit

I smoke her out, she gon' be my intro

That **** crazy like Pedro

You do what I want, like I say so

All my friends getting lost

They were left without a party

Look at them and I

Ayy, they don't give a fuck

That's why I gave them

Let's tell the truth, I gave you your life

That's what you hate

Riding solo, I don't need nobody

I don't need no friends, I don't need nobody else

Burn the place down

Burn the place down

Burn the place down

Burn the place down

Bitch, you thought I needed you

Bitch, you thought I needed you

Bitch, you thought, bitch, you thought

Bitch, you thought I needed you

Bitch, you thought I needed you

Bitch, you thought I needed you

Bitch, you thought, bitch, you thought, bitch, you thought I needed you

Bitch

Riding solo, I don't need nobody

I don't need no friends, I don't need nobody else

Bitch, you thought I needed you

Bitch I don't need nobody else

Bitch, you thought I needed you

I don't need nobody else, Bitch

Written by: Pedro Figueroa

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