practice - baby smoove lyrics
[intro]
yuh
f*ck you talkin’ ‘bout?
yeah man
what i say
what i be saying?
i don’t even remember what i be saying, bruh
i ain’t rap in so long, this sh*t crazy (wow)
haha, dopeman
what do i even be rapping about?
like, i don’t even know how to start, or whatever
nah i’m finna be doin’
it’s all me
[verse]
i’m a franchise player, i’mma take the game winner
but what i made last year, it’ll last for 12 winters
i just bought a money counter, i wanna put a million in it
i just bought a money counter, i put a thousand hundreds in it
look we had a good run, but i’m sorry girl, you’re finished
i just faced me an eighth, it took two days to finish
i be smoking out the boat, this exotic i be grilling
i went to sleep with 20k, really i just want the feeling
i made a k!lling off of scams, but this rap sh*t is different
learned from the hood three times this week, they been trippin’
i know you wanna be me boy, you hate how you livin’
you can’t even buy no food, worried ‘bout the next n*gga
but little bit of nothing, and i’ll have your head trippin’
if that’s what you call up, then i’m where your head is, n*gga
them n*ggas really wanna play, i’ll have your kid missin’
lil’ n*ggas don’t k!ll for me, cause they know my pay is different
[verse 2]
my bad
i was just playing with my money
bought my momma a chanel purse, and filled it up with hundreds
all my b*tches understand that we can’t go out in public
he don’t know them bullets hot, we gon’ put em in the oven
[?] my n*gga, like what’s crackin’
sh*t, he say just how it comin’
1600, kel*tec, them bullets don’t stop comin’
i can’t send it in the mail, i just wrap ‘em and they come in
i been doin it so hard, i can’t get off this mclovin’
“smoove what the f*ck you mean you gon’ stay out there? sh*t jumpin’”
it mean i found a small town, every store i hit open
i remember rich times, i couldn’t even get rover
i got pounds of turtle pie, man i swear this sh*t bone
held a baby by the chopper, then report the b*tch stolen
got your baby on my side, just report the b*tch stolen
what i just spent on lean was a lil’ range rover
b*tch i face pints, i don’t get no hangovers
catch his car at the light, give that boy a makeover
i’m in louis v’, still sippin’ cream soda
i’m in louis v’, still sippin cream soda, you’ll…
hold on
i’m in louis v’, still sippin” cream soda
you’ll k!ll for that hoe, i just make her bend over
[outro]
yeah
you know how this sh*t go
franchise player type sh*t, man you know what i’m sayin
franchise guys, the big ticket
whatever you wanna call it
you know what i’m saying, man
outta my f*ckin’ money
you know
you know what i’m sayin’
jam up the money counter on the daily, type sh*t
you know what i’m sayin’
i’ll buy your life
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