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fake love - baby smoove lyrics

[intro]
young rich
(michigan meech)
i’m a young rich b*st*rd
i’m a young rich
i’m a young rich b*st*rd
i’m a young rich b*st*rd

[verse]
why these n*ggas speaking on me like i asked for they opinion?
i can’t argue with no n*gga unless he up a couple million
he out here tryna be a goon but don’t even take care of his children
everyday i wake up out my sleep, i make another million
n*ggas say they for the team, they only care about theyself
sixty pairs of amiri’s and like twenty*five belts
n*ggas acting like i need ’em, they ain’t never ever helped
i could put her on the court, or i could put her on the shelf
that clip real long, it hang off that choppa like a belt
this ‘wood real long, it’ll take two hours by myself
fake friends was around, i’d rather hang with myself
if she loyal cars, bags, and shoes come as well
i been loyal to everybody, i don’t get it in return
n*gga switched just twice, it ain’t his fault, i should’ve learned
n*gga playing both sides, he can’t come back over here
i’m starting to think this n*gga jealous, it felt like that for years
i got nine pints here, sh*t, all of ’em [?]
the way you talk about this case, i swear, that sh*t make me nervous
give a n*gga twenty shots to the chest ’cause he deserves
if i get a good b*tch she get whatever ’cause she [?]
they outside playing 2k, we be playing call of duty
n*gga stacked me in my bag but it was cool cause he ain’t shooting
split my last with my n*ggas, now i don’t want sh*t in return
[?]

- baby smoove lyrics

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