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baby smoove - really him lyrics

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i had to got up off my ass, i ain’t lazy
i prayed to god when the devil tried to take me
i tell myself every day that i ain’t crazy
the chef gon’ bring out my meal when it’s ready
i’ma shoot you if i got it, don’t test me
i’ve been debating on a yacht or a prezzi
didn’t try to f+ck, but if i wanted, she’d let me
glock up on my shooter, hit your gold t++th
paid some money for the sneakers that’s on my feet
you can try, won’t be another like mе
she gon’ do what i want, ’cause she likе me
made so much off these cars and a [?]
they’re like, “are you poured up?” b+tch, i might be
these n+ggas copy everything, it just bite me
married to the drink, wockhardt my wifey
i done hit so many states in a white tee
call my n+gga manewie, shoot with his .11
i done woke up to a tree, and there were no presents
10k on your head, boy, that’s just like [?]
bad b+tch on my arm, turn me to a minute man
i know some n+ggas on the wave with them milligrams
if i put the word in, you can’t get rid of them
had to show my old b+tch that i’m really him
and i don’t want no old hoes, i got rid of them
call my n+gga manewie, shoot with his .11
i done woke up to a tree, and there were no presents
10k on your head, boy, that’s just like [?]
bad b+tch on my arm, turn me to a minute man
i know some n+ggas on the wave with them milligrams
if i put the word in, you can’t get rid of them
had to show my old b+tch that i’m really him
and i don’t want no old hoes, i got rid of them

- baby smoove lyrics

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