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baby smoove - himalayan lyrics

huh
my dream is to get up out the hood [?] be an og
when my son was born i had $1000 and an eight of red in my jeans
and i can’t believe that i be really tourin’, bouta make it up to arenas
this b+tch think cuz she had work done i’ma look at her like a diva
n+gga brought a gun just to fight his mans, just like gilbert arenas
he ain’t have money since 2021, n+ggas ball for one season
my white b+tch love caviar and food that got no seasoning
n+gga touch me, sh+t give [?], go d12 for no reason
touch one of mine, k!ll four of yours, and we still a never be even
i spray a n+gga likе a paint job, he in los santos bleeding
i just wanted you to beliеve in me and treat me like you be treated
i could pour a four in another four, but this pain’ll never be leaving
i could pop one, pop one more, and i’m still over here grieving
huhhh
i was raised by real ogs, so i can’t give no rats no pass
you can cut these n+ggas a deal, they still gon’ be short on they tab
on the road, i done drove 2000 miles to get a bag
this sh+t [?], i got n+ggas down the way that pay me cash
ain’t sh+t [?] boy everybody know i got doctors in my stash
think somethin’ wrong, bought three watches in a week i got it bad
huh
i think sum’ wrong with me cuz i got
i think sum’ wrong with me got 40 pints up in the stash
i can get so (shh)
i can make one call put that huh on your ass
for life
p+ssy

- baby smoove lyrics

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