baby smoove – in too deep lyrics
[intro: baby smoove]
(will, stop playin’ with these n+ggas)
face too much
[?] too much
[chorus: baby smoove]
i’m in so deep
i got both legs in the streets
i keep nothin’ but choppers with me
i like big steaks when i eat
i can’t choose
i’m tryna order jacks from the booth
sh+t, i be proud of me, too
got it out the mud, boy, i’m proof
you n+ggas so broke
i wear montcler when it’s cold
’bout to put dior on my ho
i might roll up a whole ‘bow
who got the wock’? let’s drop
i won’t hesitate, you get popped
a n+gga talkin’ loose, he gettin’ socked
still doin’ fraud for my [?]
still doin’ fraud with my knot
[verse 1: baby smoove]
still hold it down for my block
h+ll nah, i can’t stop, tell my son i’m all that he got
i mess with readers, not pacs
i stop the lane when i drop
bad b+tches callin’ by thе flock
i woke up to the fat ass knot
i woke up to a fat ass drop
told hеr take somethin’, i think not
i’ve been livin’ upper echelon
my b+tch hate i’m [?] non chalant
i’m in deep, this sh+t for real
this juggin’ sh+t is a sk!ll
i ain’t even really tryna sign or get a hundred phones, that’s a deal
[chorus: baby smoove]
i’m in so deep
i got both legs in the streets
i keep nothin’ but choppers with me
i like big steaks when i eat
i can’t choose
i’m tryna order jacks from the booth
sh+t, i be proud of me, too
got it out the mud, boy, i’m proof
you n+ggas so broke
i wear montcler when it’s cold
’bout to put dior on my ho
i might roll up a whole ‘bow
who got the wock’? let’s drop
i won’t hesitate, you get popped
a n+gga talkin’ loose, he gettin’ socked
still doin’ fraud for my [?]
still doin’ fraud with my knot
[verse 2: drego]
man
i’m still doin’ hits with my glock
i’m still pourin’ drank in my pop
i can’t sleep
what we did to the opps?
all of the judgin’, numbers we done dropped
you like gettin’ zotti pack? then come shop
i feel like smoove, a few in a coupe
we never gon’ lose
ooh, i can’t choose, her friend wanna f+ck with me, too
i knew the love was fake but i ain’t want n+gga be true
and if you stand too long then i’m gon’ cover my [?]
need patience, i’m [?] up, fiends gettin’ died to d+mn, what the f+ck?
n+ggas comin’ home snitchin’ to they mans, ain’t gettin’ winnin’
d+mn, man, the streets different, need to pay attention
rubber banded them tensions, i’ll run it up like fitness
i’m gettin’ real money, i put a price on your mans
might hit a lean junkie, i put some price on your head
and this pain still ain’t new to me, i just drive the new rent
ll cool j, i got too deep in
[chorus: baby smoove]
i’m in so deep
i got both legs in the streets
i keep nothin’ but choppers with me
i like big steaks when i eat
i can’t choose
i’m tryna order jacks from the booth
sh+t, i be proud of me, too
got it out the mud, boy, i’m proof
you n+ggas so broke
i wear montcler when it’s cold
’bout to put dior on my ho
i might roll up a whole ‘bow
who got the wock’? let’s drop
i won’t hesitate, you get popped
a n+gga talkin’ loose, he gettin’ socked
still doin’ fraud for my [?]
still doin’ fraud with my knot
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