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aghhh - baby smoove lyrics

[intro]
(okay, this b*tch hard)

[verse]
i love bad b*tches, sh*t, they love me back
i don’t care if it’s paid for as long as your sh*t fat
i picture me behind you with your face just lookin’ back
got a switch on this big .45, sound just like a mac
ah, i wanna see the faces you gon’ make when i’m in that
ah, i wanna choke you up and grab your hair and rub your back
ah, i’m bustin’ off them pills, i promise she gon’ make a mess
ah, i’m the richest n*gga that she ever f*cked, now that’s the facts
yeah, please don’t get attacked
yeah, she seen me, she attached
i remember making 5k off a play, now that’s my jacket
my old b*tch so lamе, she hate her soul, that b*tch ain’t happy
talk loud and you might gеt vanished
better ask them boys what happened
i ain’t wake up to no m’s, then you ain’t signin’, boy, do magic
’cause they put my name on n*ggas that don’t even troll, they just be capping
tryna pick what car i want, brand new maybach or 911
tryna pick which glock i tote, got a 32 or 27
tryna pick what b*tch i want, my b*tches bad, they all elevens
i get r*t*rded with this drank, in that two liter, i dropped a seven
ah, i heard you n*ggas having secret statements, y’all been telling
ah, if i can’t get no head, then i don’t f*ck, b*tch, i can’t settle
yeah, all the labels offer me blank checks, they want me out
yeah, i got b*tches give you up my drawers, they all so selfish
my n*ggas know that i’m a clover, they is too, it’s like we several
so all these diamonds on me now, i hand*picked, i know they special
oh, he think he good, he walkin’ ’round, just swinging—
he think he’s good, he walkin’ ’round, swingin’ sour on his neck
i’m a rich—

- baby smoove lyrics

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