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baby smoove - tight shit lyrics

[intro]
type sh+t, man, you n+ggas type sh+t
(meech)
literally
i don’t—
i don’t got no—
i don’t got no feelings, don’t look—

[verse]
i don’t got no feelings, don’t look at me like i’m sane
every foreign gon’ be turnt, but would massage me when i say
i get high by myself and make money every day
i like drivin’ fast cars, some mclaren over wraiths
i ain’t never had no budget, this your rent just on the steak
don’t give a f+ck about no striker, if i’m mad, i drop the plate
sh+t, i put my grandma in a palace, now her memory fadin’ away
everybody problems mines, i’m the one who save the day
but i know if i leave tomorrow, they’ll never check on kaine
n+ggas ’round this b+tch playin’ like they got m’s in the bank
n+ggas ’round this b+tch playin’ like they got m’s in the safe
i don’t forgive nor forget, put them switches to his face
i gave my lawyer forty racks, like can you make this go away?
it’ll never be a day that you and i cooperate
i got rich without a feature, you d+ck rode the whole way
counted up like three m’s in my living room with gabe
why you leave me to deal with all this love? it be fake
on top of facin’ five years, my brother died in my face
my lawyers want me in therapy, they knowin’ i ain’t insane
what i paid for his funeral, i wish it was his chain
takin’ oxy after oxy, might be stuck with this pain
n+ggas mad ’cause they broke, but they the only one to blame
yeah, n+gga, i’m a boss, i’ll never let no b+tch control me
these b+tches, they gon’ scour for the game and try to zone me
them n+ggas was tough before he died, they got cold feet
i’ll never stress about no ho, she on her own leash
you tryna watch a movie in my house? go to the theater
we ’bout to make a movie in this b+tch, it’s only me and her
i love all my b+tches wear chanel with the mini skirt
she like how i dress, she sleep in nothin’ but my chrome shirt
she like how i dress, so i had to put my—
she like how i dress, she sleep in nothin’ but my chrome shirt
she can’t spend the night up in the—
she’ll never get no call back unless her dome work
ain’t shoppin’—
ain’t shoppin’ for chrome and nothin’ else, mm+hmm
[outro]
n+gga
forever
for life
p+ssy
nah, that’s it

- baby smoove lyrics

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