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risk it all pt. 2 - baby smoove lyrics

[intro]
how it feel, man n0body got my back forreal
i’m out juggin, i ain’t think about no food
i’m out juggin, i ain’t think about no food
michigan meech

[verse]
i’m done with my b*tches, man i swear they all dumb
i need a new roster from the bottom on up
i think i’m boutta spend 100 on a benz truck
right now i’m in amiri’s with my fn tucked
new flavors in the air, i can’t wait till they touch
i’m rich as h*ll lil b*tch, i don’t really care to f*ck
no whip ass n*gga but he went and got some bucks
it sound like a h*llcat but the motor in the trunk
wrap him up like a hog then throw him in the trunk
my n*gga in the fed’s now sleepin on the top bunk
why you lyin to ya b*tch, you know you the top punk
we got automatic sh*t, it be three shots at once
yeah blm cool, but let a n*gga play dumb
you can be black, white, or blue, i bet you still get slumped
you even got a hunnid guns but you’ll still get jumped
got a fridge full of pints and i can’t sell one
we be aimin at the head
you can’t even roll over in that lil ass bed
real [?] sh*t stacked, lil boy money spread
i’m only here for the head, yo legs ain’t gotta spread
them 5*7 bullets came and hit him just like ed
i can go in the safe, like who ain’t got read
i was in middle school, gun right in my bag
chrome 2*5 with tape, it woulda got on yo ass
i eat gourmet meal’s, i’m a king and a boss
n*ggas don’t serve sh*t, all them dope stories talk
we could put a n*gga on or we could knock a n*gga off
if i feel like it’s worth it, then yo life is the cost
n*ggas talk like hoes, they be thinkin that it’s cool
they’ll k!ll yo girl and yo mama, if you touch baby smoove
this exotic so strong, i’m the highest in the room
i got unlimited drank, i could drink a raw deuce
sh*t my neighbors engineers and some doctors too
they don’t know what i be on, sh*t we got doctors too
i was really in the field, it ain’t hard to get proof
you a lame ass n*gga so it’s hard to get juice
lil n*gga yo apartment ain’t the size of my garage
we got all typa guns, n*gga just for homicide
how you n*ggas pushin thirty and you still need a ride
i’m really 23 with a four car garage
yeah that n*gga stood over to make sure he ain’t alive
i still remember the day she left out, the day my sister died
my momma said she was sleep, so i tought she would arrive
but i knew it wasn’t right off the that way she cried
they gon send it to my phone before it’s out [?]
man these n*ggas out here they just cap all the time
i got like thirty shots that gon come out my nine
boy what you gon do when they come at you flyin
[outro]
franchise sh*t

- baby smoove lyrics

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