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landualet - baby smoove lyrics

[intro]
nah, for real
this real life, this my life
(bino)
franchise

[chorus]
we ain’t breakin’ up or makin’ up, we never last long
i got tired of sittin’ here makin’ all these f*ckin’ sad songs
b*tch, i’m still off in the field, i still got my pads on
ain’t blame n0body but myself, i know just why my heart gone
real love, i can’t tell you how that feel, been a minute
matter of fact, i take it back, don’t know if real was really in it
treat the foreign like a taxi, only thing that’s limo tinted
with you i learned the hard way that i don’t own, i just be rentin’, yeah

[verse]
i take the blame, i took put on that pedestal like you different
run around and touchdown now my arm gettin’ stiffer
f*ck a friend, i’m gettin’ high by myself, i pull the trigger
these b*tches got no home trainin’, they be f*ckin’ more than n*ggas
i’m out your league but gave you a chance, and you ain’t see the vision
you can’t turn a bum into a king, a ho into a misses
you can’t turn a ho into queen or give a bum riches
i vacationed by myself ’cause i vacated all my feelings
i married me a pharmacist, so she give me prescriptions
i know i’m all alone but i’m protected, i can feel it
it ain’t no p*ssy that i call home, i need me some head
’cause i be lockin’ in for months, f*ckin’ nothin’ but them millions
i just had to right my wrongs and show you that i changed
you lost all my respect ’cause y’all was tryna joke on my name
i have her strung out on me like a n*gga wife on house of payne
i’m really generation wealth, them n*ggas you f*ck really strange
[chorus]
we ain’t breakin’ up or makin’ up, we never last long
i got tired of sittin’ here makin’ all these f*ckin’ sad songs
b*tch, i’m still off in the field, i still got my pads on
ain’t blame n0body but myself, i know just why my heart gone
real love, i can’t tell you how that feel, been a minute
matter of fact, i take it back, don’t know if real was really in it
treat the foreign like a taxi, only thing that’s limo tinted
with you i learned the hard way that i don’t own, i just be rentin’, yeah

[outro]
honestly tell me this like, what the f*ck is gonna happen?
like, tell me, bro
like, i, bring somebody to the table that can f*ck with this sh*t
show me one, like
all—, this sh*t don’t make no f*ckin’ sense, bro
like
and my cd done, i don’t need to do this
’cause i’m bored, f*ck is you—
that n*gga say, “you can’t turn a ho into a queen, or give a bum riches”
“or turn a bum into king, or make a ho a misses”
man, bro, i can’t with this, bro, man, i ain’t never
alright
it been a minute, i can’t even, h*ll you talkin’ ’bout?
that n*gga say, uh, take it back
might just lease a b*tch, man, f*ck you talkin’ ’bout?
that’s my fault, though, you hear me?
it was two different contracts, i signed my own, she signed the lease
that’s me, that’s my f*ck up, that ain’t her
gotta take that to the chin, then sh*t on a b*tch
then go buy some sh*t, f*ck is you talkin’ bout?
i got nine, i got nine cars, h*ll you talkin’ ’bout?
i ain’t tryna drive you
got my sh*t off the lot too, no miles, f*ck out of here
and i can keep rappin’, but this is enough
ninety seconds of me is three cds to these n*ggas, man
when i care
this b*tch still goin’, it want me to rap some more or somethin’?
oh, alright
did it really go off or you did that?
’cause i, i— yeah

- baby smoove lyrics

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