Bad Boys & Baby Oil

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…)

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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

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🎶 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!”)*

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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

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🎶 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!”)*

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📞 “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?”)

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🎶 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.

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“You think this is new?

This been happening since the glitter fell off the Grammys.”

Click.

Silence.

One last squeaky oil bottle sound.