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not us - baby smoove lyrics

[intro]
franchise, franchise
(kid wond3r, you made this?)
franchise, franchise

[verse]
them n*ggas that be gossiping and broke, they is not us
leave your trackhawk around gang, it’s gon’ be our truck
it’s so many bad b*tches on me, i ain’t even got one
i’m shooting with this glock, flip the switch, and it’ll act up
on the facetime with snow, he got about eighty on his neck
f*ck your ppp, i got a real check
you the one that think you hard, we ain’t play the song yet
i swear to god these n*ggas weak, i ain’t cutting on sh*t
amg hard top just for when a n*gga chilling
i knew way before the news, sh*t, that’s ’cause my n*ggas did it
if you f*ck with ‘еm, duck with ’em when this choppa’s spitting
i swear to god, my first dеal gon’ be ten to twenty million
i got a rich n*gga appetite, i be eating lavish
twelve hundred for these shorts, i don’t care, i gotta have ’em
three hundred dollar steak, it feel like i’m eating fashion
three hundred dollar steak, i’m gon’ treat it like a salad
take a sip, then i feel good
you know you can’t afford to move
i send them hitters, it won’t look good
my n*ggas who stay loyal, that’s the one’s i’m proud of
sh*t, my n*gga say i’m tripping, put that n*gga in a ‘wood
brodie nodded off, i think the aliens done took him
n*ggas out here fake sipping, this ain’t nothing to be proud of
i ain’t have to pay a dollar, they gonna do it off of [?]
fn five*seven, sh*t, it look like a toy gun
my house so big, i could fit a whole community
swear to god, i’ve been getting so much money, it’s like it’s two of me
i be seeing through all that fake sh*t, they just some wannabes
i promise i’ma do it like i’m future, boy, you jodeci
let’s talk pints, name a young n*gga who drink more than me
i heard your man stood on the stand like a spelling bee
i promise my outfit ain’t from here, it’s from overseas
i been told her to leave me alone, she still calling me
i been getting money for so long, it ain’t new to me
i swear to god, she love my cologne, she all over me
i’m all hit, you gon’ need a bag for a verse from me
i love that wock’, i just l!ck all on her, she so good to me

- baby smoove lyrics

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