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plastic - baby smoove lyrics

i play with plastic, this ain’t really got a smell
but when i’m on the road, i’ma have them pieces, well
if i get locked up, they gonna try to add some years
i woulda known that indictment, but it’s tatted on my skin

this is real, snap my fingers, i didn’t get a n*gga deal
i went in the booth, but i’m thinkin’ ’bout the feel
new b*tch like fendi, but she wide*set heels
walkin’ through somerset with a bag of me, for real
paink!llers in my pocket, i’ma take ’em till i heal
i’ll be in the trenches, you ain’t in your hood, for rеal
my n*gga got a low number, i might show my other sk!lls
and you thought it was some pounds, but it’s proof that i didn’t k!ll
my n*gga, tеll me what you want, what you need
yeah, that sh*t around from the phones to the bins
need every kind of whip, from the coupes to the sleaze
i got mine a b*tch, who tryna suck me through the jeans
i got some white hot, ’bout to pour up inna cream
n*ggas out here tough as h*ll, but ain’t never got no cheese
you gonna make a fake page to say what you want to me
i ain’t gotta search for hoes, all of ’em find me

boy, you ain’t gettin’ off, somebody need to put you on
n*ggas rappin’ ’bout the kitchen, but ain’t never touched the stove
i’m in and out of stores, b*tch, i’ll call you when i’m home
but i be home in a week ’cause, right now, i’m on the road
these n*ggas tell it all, when a little pressure on
you can hear the pain in my sh*t, n*gga, that’s my sauce
so in love with this money, i can’t stand me bein’ broke
n*gga play with my name, we gon’ hang ’em by his throat

this is real, snap my fingers, i didn’t get a n*gga pill
i went in the booth, but i’m thinkin’ ’bout the feel
new b*tch like fendi, but she wide*set heels
walkin’ through somerset with a bag of me, for real
paink!llers in my pocket, i’ma take ’em till i heal
i’ll be in the trenches, you in n*ggahood, for real
my n*gga got a low number, i might show my other sk!lls
and you thought it was some pounds, but it’s proof that i didn’t k!ll
three gram wood to the face, i’m not passin’
most these n*ggas characters, in these raps, they be actin’
i ain’t really like these rap n*ggas, they be cappin’
if n*ggas wanna smoke, it’s on the flo’, i ain’t cappin’
if you don’t buy the d*mn pack, n*gga, why you askin’?
havin’ dreams that i’m rich, i woke up, and made it happen
fell asleep with my cup, and woke up to a package
turnin’ nothing into something, n*ggas think i know magic

i play with plastic, this ain’t got a smell
but when i’m on the road, i’ma have them pieces
if i, they gon’
i woulda known that indictment, but it’s tatted on my skin

this is real, snap my fingers, i didn’t get a n*gga deal
i’ll be in the booth, but i’m thinkin’ ’bout that new light
but she wideset here, walkin’ through somerset with a bag on me, for real
paink!llers in my, i’ma take till i heal
i’ll be in the trenches, you ain’t in your hood, for real
n*gga got a low, i might show my other
and you thought it was some, but it’s, it ain’t
ay, ay

- baby smoove lyrics

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