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gucci bandana - baby smoove lyrics

[verse 1]
[?] maliboo, 450, four in it
what the f*ck you talking ’bout? these is all my b*tches
just went up on my price, i need all my digits
when i look at your crew, i think all y’all snitches
you n*ggas met on the ‘gram, that ain’t dawgs [?]
you and that money don’t match, i know that’s not your chicken
on the phone with b.o.a., made him raise my [?]
can’t let [?] pour the drank, he gon’ put perks in it
i’ma do the whole dash, i don’t stop for tickets
no cap, i catch a body, and [?] missing
i just went shopping in new york, [?] chicken
i went shopping back in fifth, [?] acting like it was [?]
she got her hand in my pants, i didn’t give her permition
[?] back to i done made like 250
every line in my cup, that’s another 250
bought some more balеnciagas, they cost more than [?]
if a n*gga sneak dissing, wе gon’ do him like 50
[?] off the [?] sh*t, my life is so risky
rose gold and white skelliton audomor
got a glock and a chop, and a pound in my car
we ain’t the toughest in the world, but if there’s a problem, we gon’ solve it
catch a n*gga in [?] we gon’ shoot him in his [?]
[?] i’m pouring up, it’s 6:30 in the morning
i might give her one chance, but it’s over if she boring
got a b*tch in l.v., she so motherf*cking gorgeous
[?] what you doing, you make [?]
i’m a god in sacks fifth, i done spent a n*gga mortgage
[verse 2]
i’m in a h*llcat now, all the f*cking windows tinted
riding with a chopper, just me and three b*tches
hold my cup when i’m speeding, ’cause that b*tch’ll get to spilling
if i put it to the floor, then the wheels get to spinning
i’m not with that ho sh*t, [?] your head [?]
these are 762’s, sh*t, they like four [?]
i got 30 in this chopper, i drop more than four n*ggas
i mix dior with the louis, and i’m codeine sipping

- baby smoove lyrics

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