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palm angels - baby smoove lyrics

[intro]
meech

[chorus]
i’m in dior, not versace, i don’t like it
too much b*tch in your blood, you can’t fight it
n*ggas hoes, they don’t live what they typing
if it’s a hunnid k or more, i’m excited
why would i give a f*ck how you feel or how you thinking?
i said it, i mean it, you broke, we ain’t linking
upper class when i’m seated, this car fully loaded
[?], ayy
i don’t live with regrets, if you left, then it’s best
these vvs’s, they’ll pass every test
srt truck, sh*t it ride like a jet
we ain’t even make it home, she just sitting there wet
you look at me and see a check
i got dog sh*t in my palm angels sweats
everybody know i’m next

[verse]
n*ggas ain’t help me so they got they ass left
when me and gang get hungry, sh*t we go and eat the best
hard times came, sh*t i took it like a champ
where the f*ck was you when the wall was my back?
the b*tch hurt my feelings so i put her in the wrap
now a n*gga really up and i’ll never take her back
i got a model in tow and she blow my whole sack
it’s a thousand on my draw, you take your nike tech back
i got a bin you can use, i promise you it make a scat
everything that i claim, sh*t i got it on the [?]
stopped answering her calls ’cause she got too attached
know it’s a thousand for this goose and three hunnid for the hat
you a lame to me n*gga so your ass getting taxed
couple shots and he hit, he couldn’t even shoot back
a lil’ money and some clout, n*gga you’ll sell your soul
i got money and clout, ain’t n0body put me on
bought a hunnid pack from meech ’cause i pulled a hunnid phones
heated seats in the back, you be riding around cold
n*gga i collect cars, n*gga you collect phones
and hit the road with some cars, make sure you make it home
[chorus]
i’m in dior, not versace, i don’t like it
too much b*tch in your blood, you can’t fight it
n*ggas hoes, they don’t live what they typing
if it’s a hunnid k or more, i’m excited
why would i give a f*ck how you feel or how you thinking?
i said it, i mean it, you broke, we ain’t linking
upper class when i’m seated, this car fully loaded
[?], ayy
i don’t live with regrets, if you left, then it’s best
these vvs’s, they’ll pass every test
srt truck, sh*t it ride like a jet
we ain’t even make it home, she just sitting there wet
you look at me and see a check
i got dog sh*t in my palm angels sweats
everybody know i’m next

- baby smoove lyrics

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