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habits - baby smoove lyrics

[intro]
rich n*gga habits
pounds in the cabinet
no cap, i’m really havin’

[verse]
balenciaga habits
model b*tch smashin’
h*llcat stabbin’, made a living off of plastic
i be akorn sippin’
big money spendin’
i’m really lavish living, uh, my office expensive
i be wockhardt droppin’
srt shoppin’
these off*white shoes, they got spikes at the bottom
i got rich n*gga habits
pounds in the cabinet
i never stop cashin’, no cap, i’m really havin’
i’m a real porsche whipper
gucci by my zipper
n*gga sneak dissin’, i’ma go and f*ck your sister
i like dolce & gabanna
my b*tch in new prada
ak solve the problems, we gon’ drop ’em when we spot ’em
i love all my b*tches
perkies got my itching
i get money for a living, i’ma pour dirty prescription
i got superstar ways
i’m super, super paid
i got all foreign b*tches, tryna make ’em say my name
my exotic ‘woods is fat
boy, you smoking cap
high as h*ll pouring up, spilling red on my lap
i got so much f*ckin’ bape
i heard your sh*t was fake
i drink so much f*ckin’ drank, my n*gga hit your drank
i came out with all fifties
i get love in your city
i’m plug in my city, my t*shirt was five fifty
i got a flight in the morning
it’s just a label, nothing important
in off*white when it’s touring, i go to saks when it’s pouring
double cup super dirty
she swallow mode, ain’t kirby
when you in a fast car, it seem like you in a hurry
she give me head in the morning
all my b*tches gorgeous
you don’t understand my life ’cause you ain’t never been important
i mix red with the wock’
i never shared a pop
you switched crews five times, when the f*ck is you gon’ stop?
fendi bag, no supreme
you can’t afford celine
you ain’t even gotta ask, h*ll yeah, i’m drinking lean

- baby smoove lyrics

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