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load management - baby smoove lyrics

[intro]
energy made this one
made a reservation just to eat like a*
15
i’m so f*cking rich i’m a young rich*

[verse]
i been tryna figure out why my cup so dirty
million*dollar wire tell em send it in a hurry
anybody wearin’ dirty white ones make me worried
walk through the mud in my diors but see that’s another story
like a n*gga dumb as h*ll i be throwin’ up a f
imma hit her from the back and she gon’ feel it in her chest
i just sent a prayer to god that they bring back the tec
if they police wanna catch me they gon’ have to get a ‘vette
i told her if she love me she’ll go buy me a jet
i told my b*tch i love her i might go and k!ll her ex
i’m rich so i ain’t gotta pull out when i’m havin’ s*x
i’m rich but i don’t gotta pay her for this oral s*x
i could turn the hoodrat b*tch into a diva
n*gga this exotic i don’t know about sativa
i feel like jordan when he hit that game winner on cleveland
i can still win mvp sittin’ out a season
1200 for these pants, it’s bandanas in the split
once we out lookin we ain’t callin’ off the hit
i like my jewelry in the dark n*gga cuz it still hit
that bust down patek look gon’ on my wrist
you can’t sit at this table you can’t even pay the tip
your n*gga mean to you but i heard that boy a b*tch
every gun in this car got another full clip
i be gettin real money, in my world you don’t exist
if you ain’t makin’ money you ain’t never makin’ sense
she said she wanna f*ck, she ain’t even throw a hint
i’m a star player, you ain’ even worth the bench
600 for this belt, i just bought it for the print
i make a reservation just to eat like a king
15k on a super bowl ring
you don’t know how to hustle you ain’t never sold a thing
30 pairs of amiris, used to be billy jean
shoot a n*gga in his face drop his jaw like “scream”
i used to be broke [?] tvs
it was nights i couldn’t eat ’cause i loaded all my cheese
[?] b*tch turn into a million dollars for halloween
yeah i collect cars got a dresser full of keys
my [?] all white with the rose gold seats
you is not franchise, you will never make the team
this an amg benz, it was made overseas
i got so many monclers, it’s like eenie*minie*moe
6 thousand dollar fit i’m just goin to the store
how you still layin’ with her and you knowin’ she a hoe?
i got some head from a groupie, i won’t do that sh*t no more

- baby smoove lyrics

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