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baby smoove – baby chain lyrics

[intro]
(it’s 5:40)
franchise sh+t +

[verse]
i drop a bag on em
raise the tag on em
yo hoe wanna take a pic, she know it last long
500 thousand in the bank, but 10 cash on me
they say my bag was [?] look like a [?]
tell me why + would i argue wit a n+gga who could work for me?
can’t get high inside my benz, cuz i k!ll you if you burn my seat
countin money wit my son, i love that n+gga, he like a mini+me
my walk+in closet bigger than yo apartment, n+gga you can’t f+ck wit me
i got “baby” on my chain, but he really got a baby chain
we [?] like a n+gga [?]
we a knock a n+gga off, we don’t give a f+ck bout what you claim
play wit me inside yo city and i bet we make you move away
fastest version of this car, but i still pull up late
n+gga mad you don’t wanna be his friend, i think he g+y
hutch told me what was goin’ on, you n+ggas jewelry fake
hutch i’m sorry, i know that was some sh+t i wouldn’t even supposed to say
louis v + duffle bag
spend the bag or hold the bag?
when i swerve outside the lane, the car go back so i don’t crash
i can’t even take you serious, you ain’t never sold a bag
all my sh+t be brand new, i’m the one who pop the tag
n+gga think this sh+t a game, we gon’ have to show his ass
n+gga think this sh+t a game, have lil’ bro go blow his ass
got two dracos in my coupe, if you try, you get gassed
they been rapping for so long how the f+ck i shoot past em?

- baby smoove lyrics

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