Tag: Baby Smoove

I know – Baby Smoove Lyrics, Letra:

I know
I know, I know, I know
I know
This wood, it’s so big, this bitch look like, like-like a polish sausage, man
That you get from home depot or sum’
Meech

I know she a hoe, I fuck her better than my bitch
Before I crack the seal, I get to lickin’ on my lips
His only sauce was unemployment, now he mad than a bitch
This ain’t normal palm angels, black buffs on the fit
He think ‘cause it’s been some years we forgot that he snitched
Ya’ll niggas broke and lame, call it quits
These diors $1200, I still treat ‘em like shit
I be wearing 990s like a eagle at the crib
2020 foreign, I don’t really hold the wheel

I’m a real haver, wait till I sign a deal
That nigga looking bad, he been fuckin’ with them pills
If I stand on my money, then I’m taller than shaquille
He don’t want no smoke, turn that boy into a strain
Shit is like $1000 for this cup in my hand
Your nigga, he a bum, he be stealing from his mans
It’s a panoramic, ya’ll ain’t living how we live
This switch on this choppa’ make a midget feel big
These niggas really think they doing sum’ in they head
I’m a franchise nigga, you can’t do it this big
No cap, my garage way bigger than they cribs

You don’t get my respect, you will catch a open hand
Don’t say nun’ to me when you crying bout’ your mans
Every other day these niggas crying on the ‘gram
Three-way fed call, it’s just me, trick, and bam
Tryna’ rob me’ll really have ya’ momma shot
I been spending money, you so broke, you gon’ watch
I’m so proud of me, shit, I know you niggas not
Yea I love the drank, it won’t never ever stop
I be gettin’ money, you be gossiping with niggas
I need me a cup before my body feel different
I tried to take a half, but I ain’t bite it down the middle
He was doa, he ain’t make it to the spittle

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Animal Control – Baby Smoove Lyrics, Letra:

Franchise
Franchise, the young rich bastard

She see me take one, now she want one too
I ride through the city with bananas, nigga, this a zoo
Smack a nigga with the Glock, leave a nigga tooth loose
My niggas rich shooters, they be goin’ coo-coo

I hate a broke nigga who try to talk the price down
He was speakin’ on me, he a long live now
Niggas know how that shit go when you caught out of bounds
Catch a nigga slippin’, he be runnin’ from the sound

Started up a grow house, now there’s pounds in your town
I just made a million, why sign for it now?
My house to the city, that’s at least 50 miles
Push the button on the Glock, one second, 50 rounds

Boy, you ain’t got no hustle, couldn’t move a half a pound
This shit was already sold before it hit the town
These niggas old as hell, tryna copy how I sound
I ain’t dropped in a year, still bigger than these clowns

You thinkin’ ‘cause I rap, I won’t go hit your account
You thinkin’ ‘cause I rap, I won’t go flip me a pound
Boy, these bullets big as hell, don’t let ‘em hit your mouth
I just made four hundred thousand, I was sitting on my couch

Drink a eight one day ‘cause they said it was a drought
So much lean in my stomach, shit, it made a lil’ pouch
I was pullin’ phones, you was watchin’ Wild an’ Out
Hunnid choppas in the crib like Osama penthouse

I ain’t gotta call nobody to go and pull a quarter out
Tryna dodge the hook, I done took the other route
You tryna make some money, we can open a account
You tryna make some money, drive these to this house

Why you actin’ like that? You ain’t know he was a mouse?
Quarterback and receivin’, so I only know the route
Call animal control, it’s some birds in this house
Bitch, I can’t kiss you, you got germs in your mouth

Shoot a nigga for these buffs, kill a nigga for my chain
Shit, these Percs don’t work, I got a different type of pain
They don’t know I would’ve crashed right out before Kane
Paid a nigga to go crash out, to me, it’s just change

I’ve been gettin’ bored, my socks five hunnid
I don’t even like Wraiths, but I’m rich, so I want it
On the East deep as hell, six strikers on Conan
Niggas know they jewelry cheap, if it was me, I wouldn’t want it

Big F, the rich franchise and they know it
That nigga think he sweet, but he run around owin’
Every time a bum get a lil’ money, he gon’ show it
You can’t even show me to your bitch, she gon’ throw it

Five grams in the wood, they like, “The fuck goin’ on?”
Nigga, I’m the reason she ain’t pickin’ up the phone
Tell ‘em I’m the reason why you scared to go home
There’s some pointers in my ear, I couldn’t hear what’s goin

This a big hit, I hear a swish, then he gone
I like VVSes, we ain’t got the same stones
Nigga, you a bitch, we ain’t got the same soul
My shit really ring, we ain’t got the same phone

This a big body, you ain’t been in one of those
A thousand for my shirt, we don’t wear the same clothes
I can put you on, we ain’t got the same bowls
Niggas see me out and I bet his face
Niggas see me out, he ain’t

I’m a young rich bastard
I’m a young rich bastard
I’ma put my niggas on
(Franchise, Franchise)
I be throwin’ up the four

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