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why in the f*ck - baby smoove lyrics

[verse 1]
just touched down in the [inaudible] me
you a snitchin -ss n-gga, i heard you the police
at the game court side, you up in the nosebleeds
got a bad -ss b-tch she look like a trophy
got a pint of [inaudible], sh-t i might od
i just rolled through the [inaudbile] (watch?) i was playing ’03
i was playing black t that was back in ’03
i got a b-tch in birmingham, she like being low-key
i can make a half a million on one cd
i can do a hundred thousand on one cp
boy i bet yo little brother wanna be like me
you a broke -ss n-gga you ain’t never seen cheese
i can go and buy a stack what i make this week
you can ask my whole hood ian never been sweet
i can get you gone tonight if i call my n-gga [inaudible]
i just want some head, i don’t really wanna be
bothered at the set in my vlone t–th
f-cked yo b-tch in my hood she think vlone sweet
balenciaga baby it’s a thousand on my feet
boy you f-cked up, ain’t made a thousand this week
do you wanna make some cheese? lemme see yo id
still in the hood acting like i ain’t me
i’m on sunset with some strung -ss weed
i get a cream soda then i make that b-tch bleed

[chorus]
why in the f-ck is this b-tch on my line
(girl what the f-ck going on)
why in the f-ck do this b-tch think she mine
(they do this sh-t all the time)
what in the f-ck you gon do with a line
(hih? i said i’m confused)
why in the f-ck is you wasting my time
(what the f-ck going on)

[verse 2]
can we make it quick cuz i see we get along
ian tryna f-ck girl i’m tryna get the phones
baby what i do, you looking at me like i’m wrong
ion like these n-ggas, they be lying in they songs
i just got some head and she was humming to my song
baby i’m a dog won’t you give ya boy a bone
gave that boy a rack cuz he was looking at me wrong
i just took a perc so you know i’m in the zone
boy you f-cked up you need to go and get a loan
sh-t i’m really rich i can give that boy a loan
i was off a sixth how the f-ck i make it home
this is for the night ian tryna make it home

[chorus]
why in the f-ck is this b-tch on my line
(the f-ck going on)
why in the f-ck do this b-tch think she mine
(they do this all the time)
what in the f-ck you gon do with a line
(huh? i’m confused)
why in the f-ck is you wasting my time
(what the f-ck going on)

- baby smoove lyrics

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