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baby smoove - marathon lyrics

[intro]
energy made this one
ugh (franchise, franchise)
okay, okay (in the backend of my back)
okay, oh+ (me and christ)
okay, yeah

[verse]
in the backend of my back, behind tint increase
my neighbors woke me up, in the backyard surfin’
ninety pair mike amiri’s, i ain’t do it on purpose
ten times out of ten, if she wit’ me she slurpin’
she know i’m a baby, i had the b+tch burpin’ (uh+huh)
when n+ggas talk down, you know we pullin’ up urgent (uh+huh)
yo’ drank ain’t comin’ out the phone, that’s detergent
why you lovin’ on a ho, when you know it ain’t not worth it
i don’t know what’s goin’ on, think they like being broke (broke)
give a n+gga ten shots, turn his ass into smoke (smoke)
you know we sleeping to your house soon as we get the load (backdoor)
get my lil n+gga right, let him bring ice and bowls
you know he dumb as h+ll, all my n+ggas like the throat
don’t compare me to you, that’s a yacht to some forties’ (some forties)
you know they can’t shoot, throwin’ bricks like bro
my n+gga got too high, think he tryna meet kobe (too fold)
she would give me head in the whip, you a fish bowl (fish bowl)
ain’t it crazy? you can always get money, you don’t get hoes
i up a m on a gram just to sh+t on ‘em
n+ggas out here really love couches, they’ll live on ‘em (dang)
all i gotta do is say “yeah+deh” (hey)
i wish a b+tch would act up, she get put out
i cared when i was broke, i’m rich now i wish i would now (hey)
i got n+ggas who can put the wood with the phones down (hey)
callin’ his stick, heat a n+gga like a tent
i been pourin’ up red, but n+ggas pourin’ green apple (why’s that?)
everything that do, these lame n+ggas gon’ sample
put some fire to his ass, treat a n+gga like a candle (yeah)
real vvs’, you gon’ see them through the tint (through the tint)
all these pints in my crib, i’ma charge they ass rent (rent)
new phones just dropped, making ten in ten minutes
i got a package in the air, how i know? cause i sent it
they like “how you still rapping, and you still into business?” (yeah)
sh+t, i don’t know what happened, but my hands all in it (yeah)
i’ll never pay to f+ck, make the b+tch do a mission
i run his moms to the house, i won’t get to snitchin’ (okay)
out of town down ten, out of town down twenty
i feel like a pancake, it got syrup all on me (okay)
she said it so it real, i’m like i’ma put it on me (okay)
i’ma press you one time, once i’m in it, i control it (yeah)
i didn’t believe her one time when she told me, i don’t
because you prolly give it up to whoever ass want it (mhm)
i pray my own heart, before i let a b+tch tote
i sip my own pints, i know when to pour it (i never)
[outro]
franchise, franchise (f)
no f+cking
young richest, f+ck you talking ‘bout? (on the loose, literally)
ayo running man, what’s up?
something wrong wit’ ‘em
let ‘em boys tie, tie they sh+t up, buy a pair (franchise)
all dis sh+t

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