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boonie flow - baby smoove lyrics

[verse 1: nsc boonie]
if the judge give me like who gon’ bury my momma
all my n*ggas buyin’ ice tryna marry rihanna
i ain’t tryna make it right two fully loaded choppas
i ain’t tryna make it right why these lil n*ggas bite
why they give my uncle 47 years for a fight
why they give my n*gga 67 months for some pistols
fully loaded f&n gettin 15 for this one
free my lil brotha [?] i drop tears cuz i miss him
if it’s money on your head i hop out come and get it
imma come and get the fetti
man that lil n*gga petty
i got 3 fully loaded choppas on me, ed, edd and eddy

[verse 2: baby smoove & nsc boonie]
imma headshot a n*gga make his head look like new spaghetti
automatic switch on all my chops tryna hold ’em steady
i know lil dog a b*tch
i’m in rеvive me and mitch
they can’t put that murdеr on me unless they hit ’em with a switch
all my shoes be dior
i got lean but buy more
i wear a 3 thousand dollar outfit to record
i might go hit the opp’s baby momma ’cause i’m bored
all i see is comma, comma, comma, comma i want more
got an airbnb outta town jersey shore
way before i did a song i was kickin’ n*ggas doors
made my first 30 racks sleepin’ on the floor
[verse 3: baby smoove]
made my first 30 racks and it made me want more
imma bring a lamborghini to my hood and raise the doors up
i might sip a couple pints but i am not f*ckin’ my nose up
n*ggas broke as h*ll sneak dissing i might show up
every night a chef cookin’ up my meal, you eatin’ cold cuts
[?] made my son rich
n*ggas on some [?] sh*t
any hoe played with me before, she a dumb b*tch
got so many zeros in the bank, boy i’m dumb rich
all my jewelry came from hutch i ain’t gotta go to [?]
my fn brown and black
wide body h*llcats
n*gga when we goin’ slide only time we drive the scats
i want like 20k if you want me on your tracks
you can’t charge from them v*
you can’t charge for them verses ’cause everything is*
you can’t charge for them verses everything you make is whack
take her out to smoke one of my woods ’cause they backs

[verse 4: baby smoove & nsc boonie]
we don’t do no one*on*ones, do i look like kyla pratt?
imma pull up with a mac he keep askin’ where i’m at
goose knuckles 2 thousand and the shoes cost a stack
i got like 100 belts, i smoke exotic for my health
i know if i sign a deal they won’t have me on the shelf
when i put my cuban on i just think i’m michael phelps
i ain’t gotta f*ck with n*ggas it ain’t like i need their help
she gon’ wanna f*ck again she remember how it felt
i don’t bought so much amiri need to talk to mike himself
all my choppas fully loaded and my double cup is potion
every b*tch i’m f*ckin’ on the inside feel like a ocean
i can’t really help it everywhere i go i’m noticed
why you n*ggas out here doin’ groupie sh*t like i won’t know it

- baby smoove lyrics

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