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baby smoove - pink monty- baby smoove lyrics

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verse 1:
i don’t want no city girl, i want a b-tch from the burbs
i brought 10 in neiman marcus, i’m bout to go ahead and splurge
how the f-ck you get a gun? back in school you was a nerd
i don’t do no drive-byes, imma walk up to yo curb
i took a 4 to the face, yea i’m sipping while i swerve
i don’t hang with broke n-ggas, they be getting my nerves
hit yo block by myself, they gone think it was the purge
you d-ck sucking n-ggas wave, boy that sh-t’ll never work
22 on my arm, i might put it on my shirt
22 in the clip but it really hold 30
i ain’t never clocked in, gone be there at 7:30
you ain’t made enough money to talk to me, you ain’t worthy
if i tell em that i’m coming, they gone close the store early
good bricks in the sky and i ain’t talking bout no birdies
its a light 40 thousand, tell me who the f-ck hurting?
i get so much d-mn money, i can’t let no b-tch hurt me
out the window with the choppa, i’ll flip yo car over
i just blew 10 thousand boy you tryna work over
you ain’t smoking real exotic, i’m telling you they got over
every time you see me, i swear my b-tch a little colder
my n-gga good with his wrist, he gone get all the overs
i’m good with my wrist too, i’m rerock til its over
if you tryna make some money, i got like 10 different potions
got so many bad b-tches, i got like 30 different oceans
bought so much d-mn givenchy, they done sent me some more sh-t
if you take a picture with me, better put it on a poster
ghetto n-gga with some manners, put my cup on a coaster
we was young as h-ll out here taking guns off yo holster
you a little -ss boy, you cannot compete with me
i’m tryna make 100k in 5 days not weeks
smoove what the f-ck you on 650 for a tee
smoove what the f-ck you on 5k for a feature
that little sh-t you bragging bout that ain’t really nothing to me
we’ll let off 50 shots and i’ll aim it at yo feet
mix the wocky with the red man i swear its so sweet
500 for a zip, what i’m smoking ain’t cheap



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