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baby smoove & rocaine - scoreboard lyrics

[verse: baby smoove]
i’m so quick to call a play, they been done threw you off the backboard
if i up my price now, they give me exactly what i ask for
take the jersey off your back, you ain’t with the gang no more
she gave me head for some hours, i’m like, “d+mn, i know your neck sore”
soon as i wake up, i hit the blunt and put my chain on
soon as i wake up, i hit the cut and put my rings on
i can show you how to make like twenty mil’ off eight songs
ain’t no s on my chest, it’s an f with this bape on
everybody know if you run up, i’ll make you fall back
i been rich for some years, ain’t seen you n+ggas with the ball yet
i heard n+ggas goin’ broke, i swear to god i could’vе called that
i don’t respect no n+gga tеllin’, that sh+t over, you a whole rat
n+gga think it’s sweet, they gon’ spin until they get him
you gotta make that sh+t count, you can’t hit n0body innocent
chopper back a n+gga down, get in that paint, then we finish him
you the type to go around tellin’ n+ggas that we k!llin’ it
i don’t wanna hit your blunt, swear to god you can face that
right there with my zipper be exactly where her face at
you the type of n+gga tryna pinch at your man’s sack
every bullet in here hit a n+gga like a ho back
hundred+twenty, all fifties, it look good than a b+tch
i only got this glock ’cause it’s good with the switch
you want me on a song, twenty thousand for a hit
this cup dark as f+ck, like three hundred every sip

- baby smoove rocaine lyrics

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