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baby smoove - 20 pounds lyrics

[joe pesci as tommy devito]
whats really funny is i’m on this bank job all the way in secaucus. i’m in the middle of the f-ckin’ weeds laying down. he comes over and says, what are you doing here? i say i’m resting. here your resting!? how come not at a beach or a bar? i say, i’m resting. i know i’m resting, i’m resting. he pulls me in…starts asking me all kinds of questions, you know this and that. he says, oh uh what are you gonna tell us tough guy? my usual, zero, nothing! what am i gonna tell you you f-ck. he says, no your going to tell me something today tough guy. i say, all right i’ll tell you something…go f-ck your mother! hahahahaha bing!

just went up on my price i need 5 for a show
n-gg- this exotic i need ten for a bowl
when apple dropped them iphone 10s and put me on
order them x’s might wake up tomorrow and get a necklace
n-gg-s f-ck wit me cuz i’m really from the trenches
ooh sh-t i’m really in the trenches
n-gg- thats the drank got me slobbin’ and forgettin’
she suck me off the percs got her slobbin’ and spittin’
why in the f-ck do my palms keep itchin’
i be in the mall i be big boy spendin’
you can’t even shop you got lil boy chicken
n-gg-s sauce burnt out now they back penny pinchin’
i’m in cali right now wit some moonrock in me
you broke as h-ll n-gg- prolly need the whole fifty
boy your run over you gon’ rap til you fifty
you the type of n-gg- that would tuck a couple giffies(?)
got like 2 rat hoes and 4 rich b-tches
n-gg- this a k you ain’t living for no st-tches
everybody know that you be lyin’ but the b-tches
it’s always the b-ms who in everybody business
how the f-ck you in the streets and on the stand you a witness
i’m scared of the streets n-gg-s snakes mo’ snitches
how come patrick automatic ain’t out here snitching
got some dog sh-t saved i might go and get a bentley
crack a akorn seal and get a hoes off to hit me (?)
you know i got stick in my pants don’t tempt me
these n-gg-s lookin’ funny i might have to show the blicky
just showed up to saks just to spend bout a hemi
i gave habibi my choppa he gon’ take it off semi
my n-gg- facin’ 8s he gon’ need to buy a kidney
bout to meetup wit my dog right on 6 mile and livie
just got down on a hemi on my line like you jiffy
this ain’t no normal cream soda it just cost me 350
i want a yellow h-llcat just to dog it in the city
my n-gg- trippin’ in the club he just tried to suck a t-tty
if them b-tches h-t they likes they gon’ have to come and get me
tryna see my id u must think that i’m a rookie
i’m on melrose now wit some strong -ss cookie
i step in the room and got everybody lookin’
if i told my n-gg-s go and get your kid they woulda took it
imma swing on him soon as he ain’t lookin

- baby smoove lyrics

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