[Intro – Whispered, Creepy Voice] Uh oh… Slick moves, no rules Glide through the mansion in slippery jewels You didn’t hear this from me… (But they all smell like baby oil and NDAs…) ⸻ [Verse 1] Private jet, full of Vaseline Champagne tub, like a crime scene Bad Boy house with the mirrored floors Secret doors behind bedroom drawers Poolside party? Nah — ritual dance VIPs in a baby oil trance Security thick, but the silence thicker One wrong pic, now you just a sticker Cash hush faster than the truth can blink They don’t sweat the heat when they oil the sink Got cameras rollin’ but no one’s seen What really went down with the R&B queen ⸻ [Chorus – Hook Style, Chanty] 🎶 Bad boys & baby oil, Private jets and legal spoil Silk robes with demon eyes, Keep it quiet or you don’t survive Glide in grease, glide in gold, The stories fade, the truth gets sold Whispers loud in the midnight coil, We talkin’ bad boys & baby oil 🎶 (“You can’t make this sht up!”)* ⸻ [Verse 2] Ciroc flowin’, contracts burn Smile for the cam, now it’s your turn They say he’s just flashy — nah, that’s bait You ain’t seen slick ‘til you slide through fate Check the flight logs, check the wrists Every name redacted off the blacklist Oil on the mirror, print on the glass One more scream, then erase the past Pool’s warm, but the air is cold What’s real fades when the silence sold Dance for the devil in an NDA ‘Cause Bad Boy’s house don’t do no gray ⸻ [Chorus – Harder, More Aggressive Layering] 🎶 Bad boys & baby oil, Scandals deep like Bayou soil Whips in closets, masks on beds, Ghosts of truths that no one sheds Glide in grease, glide in shame, Can’t unsee, can’t name names This ain’t music — this is recoil We talkin’ bad boys & baby oil 🎶 (“You can’t make this sht up!”)* ⸻ [Bridge – Robotic Female Voice + Growled Ad Libs] 📞 “This call has been recorded… for blackmail purposes.” (Whoooosh — grease gun cocked) 🎤 “You want fame? Gotta slide for it.” (slippery sounds — “Where’s the baby oil?”) ⸻ [Final Chorus – Slowed Down, Distorted] 🎶 Bad boys & baby oil, Sins soaked deep in scented spoil Tales they buy, and truths they foil You don’t leave clean — you leave in toil 🎶 (Last line whispered) And your NDA… better stay loyal. ⸻ [Outro – Radio Static + Fading Voice] “You think this is new? This been happening since the glitter fell off the Grammys.” Click. Silence. One last squeaky oil bottle sound.

Bad Boys & Baby Oil