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miss me - baby smoove lyrics

[intro]
chasethemoney, chasethemoney (get me up bruh)
yup
i’ma keep chasin’ her ass out the studio, haha
franchise, franchise, mhm
ayy, e

[verse]
miss me, miss me, she beggin’ just to l!ck me (e)
i’m your favorite rapper, favorite rapper like i’m 50 (what?)
i’m your favorite scammer, favorite scammer off of giphy’s
bought another cuban straight from hush, not no tiffany’s (n*gga)
n*gga, when i’m hungry i get rich n*gga meals (i get rich n*gga meals)
how the f*ck you work a couple mill without a deal? (how)
i’m gon’ buy a fifty pints and crack every seal (i’ma crack)
have yo’ b*tch bussin’ scripts cause like me off a pill (e)
vvs magnеt, wockhardt saggin’ (wockhardt)
right now i’m sippin’ cory like that n*gga from atlanta (like that n*gga from the a)
in thе middle off no world with some cars in alabama (e)
this amiri with the patches, cameras what i’m baggin’ (bag)
back, for a show i get twenty racks
this a fully automatic, i’ma swing it like a bat
hit the corner five cats, like we goin’ to the trench (yup)
your favorite rapper want a verse, i might walk ’em through the back door (i’ma walk ’em through—)
five gram woods what i roll
this some franchise sh*t, every body ’round me low (franchise)
give me twenty lamb chops, i don’t want no domino’s (i don’t want no domino’s)
swear to god its been like ten years since i had a cold (oh)
i’ve been getting high, boy, you barely gettin’ by (boy, you barely gettin’ by)
i’ma take it off the lot, then we go straight to the block (then we go straight to the)
i ain’t even at the crib, i ain’t even had the time
my car 2021 its gon’ be old when i drive (its gon’ be old)
it’s not like i gotta answer, if i don’t he start cryin’
aim a draco on his head, i’m tryna see what’s on his mind (ba, ba)
how many pints, i had a heart attack if i only had to lie
i’ma have this sh*t forever like i’m drake or lebron (e)
this sh*t was thirteen*hunnid, and i wear ’em all the time (i wear ’em all the—)
i could love that b*tch to death, she won’t ever be a bride (won’t ever be a—)
f*ck a house, shoot yo’ head, ain’t no blood in them bullets (e)
i pray to god, i prayed a hunnid times they take ’em back alive (i swear)

- baby smoove lyrics

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