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captain burgerboy - baby smoove lyrics

[intro]
i got all these diamonds, i got all these whips

i know i’m gon’ make it out i was destined for this sh*t
every day i’m thankin’ god, he put diamonds on my wrist
every day i’m thankin’ god, he got these hoes all on my d*ck
he the reason i got paper and why i drive these foreign whips
yeah, they try to sabotage but they can’t cuz these his plans
i pray to god i ball with pure hearts, no pretend
thankin’ god i’m riding maybach benz, check the rims
i’m thankin’ god, cuz i go ducking on a b*tch i feel like tim
i went ray j with some fine sh*t, tryna record this sh*t on film
he wake up, papе ain’t on his mind, n0body proud of him
last year you had a season low, you need to be in thе gym
what’s in my cup cost a case of green, you sipping nyquil
you know them n*ggas k!lled your best friend, how you ain’t wanna drill?
this my year, this my best man, this my best friend
you want see her, just like all [?] tryna cover all [?]

feel like a white boy tryna rock out, hop out with my c*ck out
don’t want the b*tch, i’m tryna swap out, get your stuff from my house
i should go bentley i deserve it, pop out with no handouts
bad b*tches see me and get nervous, [?] tryna use her mouth
right hand to god, i done sipped more drank than wayne, without a doubt
she a country girl, i made her ride the horse and milk the cow
“what the f*ck you on?” you know them n*ggas died, i don’t know how
sh*t i smoke, can’t even be your mans, that n*gga a black and mild
(cheap ass n*gga)
i know i’m gon’ make it out i was destined for this sh*t
every day i’m thankin’ god, he put diamonds on my wrist
every day i’m thankin’ god, he got these hoes all on my d*ck
he the reason i got paper and why i drive these foreign whips
yeah, they try to sabotage but they can’t cuz these his plans
i pray to god i ball with pure hearts, no pretend
thankin’ god i’m riding maybach benz, check the rims
i’m thankin’ god, cuz i go ducking on a b*tch i feel like tim
i went ray j with some fine sh*t, tryna record this sh*t on film
he wake up, pape ain’t on his mind, n0body proud of him
last year you had a season low, you need to be in the gym
what’s in my cup cost a case of green, you sipping nyquil
you know them n*ggas k!lled your best friend, how you ain’t wanna drill?
this my year, this my best man, this my best friend
you want see her, just like all [?] tryna cover all [?]

- baby smoove lyrics

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