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baby smoove - hawaiian runtz lyrics

[intro]
rocaine, baby

[verse]
came in with [?] like i’m playing for the lions
we seen your paperwork, i don’t know how the f+ck you lying
i don’t deal with middle man, n+gga, where is the supplier?
hawaiian runts that ain’t out, i know i’m a lil higher
told that b+tch hold on, i gotta meet up with my buyer
[?] music, shout out to [?]
i’m tryna get this money, i’m not thinking ’bout no [?]
talk to god every night, but i can’t tell [?]
i got an appointment with prada, i’ma call [?]
high as h+ll in the lamb, how these lil scats excite you?
in the hood with my chopper, you can see if i’m gon’ fight you
my n+ggas real grimy, i don’t know if they [?] you
[?] ten off in sacks, i buy everything [?]
four thousand for a verse, you acncan’t afford the sh+t i [?]
in the hills having brunch, and this house look like a [?]
bored as h+ll with my money, spent five hundred on some sandles
i’ma buy the whole pint, n+gga, if it’s straight drop
i don’t do no leg shots, you can get your head popped
i ain’t need to get the work, [?] f+cking [?]
every time i grab some woods, i’ma need the whole box
catch a n+gga out in traffic, we gon’ drop the whole top
i be really having sh+t, boy, you just getting by
i keep it p with myself, ’cause these n+ggas live a lie
[?] 762’s, [?] charger can’t die
real love for the drank, like i married [?]
my white b+tch love me, i can’t [?]
they like who the f+ck is he? how he get them mob ties?
tied in with something different, sh+t’ll make you close your eyes
cause a riat in your hood, boy, you better close the blinds
she pulled up to give me head, but i told her nevermind
you so motherf+cking broke, it look like you never tried
r.i.p. my n+gga [?] i wish you never died
b+tch, i know that i’m the sh+t, i think [?] all these [?]
i’m a scamming ass n+gga, i be catching all the bricks
she a trifling ass b+tch, she be catching all the [?]
you can tell i’m getting money, i be looking like the sh+t
in the lamborghini truck, [?] when you hit it
i don’t know what you talking ’bout, i’m denying when i hit it
hen a b+tch f+ck with me, i’ma change how she living
boy, you always broke, where that money you be getting?

- baby smoove lyrics

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