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nle smoov - stolo [no hook pt. 2] lyrics

i already caught em what i need a hook for, my n-ggas got em so what yo -ss shook for
came from the bottom you raised us so good bruh, b-tch i’m with don dada you young n-ggas little boy
shoot like steph curry what i gotta cook for, b-tch is smoov nation you better come book us
smoking on gas like my -ss got the hook up, i came up from nothing but now i can look up
b-tch i’m in that stolo
hop out see gat riding solo, you wanna rob me that’s a no no
sticked up like lil jojo, my n-gga they crippin’ they loco that d-ck on the glizzy no h0m-
get jumped like a pogo, i told em pull up he a no show, get put on a shirt like it’s polo
i got em like oh no, young n-gga scary like momo i do the high speed on the popo
i got a lil mexican b-tch i call her my amigo, yo b-tch jumping like a free throw
i’m somewhere kicked up smoking pressure, i’m feeling like deebo i just want the cheese like dorito
you in the back, she come in the front give me deep throat, i’m stacking my chips like tost-tos
and after i’m done, know that i dip like torpedo, i burn her head up like it’s chemo
i’m dressed in all black, this to the young n-gga emo we shooting dice like a kasino
i just want the green, addicted i’m coming like ceelo, push play on a n-gga like re runs
i dubbed a whole 50, don’t give a f-ck bout no reload i’m trappin’ them ounces & kilos
i know i’m a dog, i’m vicious i’m coming like chico, bih don’t leave yo son just like nemo
run off on a n-gga he on the news, say he wanna see what these guns can do
so i simply asked what he wanna do, these not red bottoms blood on my shoes
she said that i’m flexin that’s nothing new, know i send them hitters to come for you
these b-tches they dreaming they loving smoov, only b-tch that i love is my f-cking tool

ridin’ in a steamer, this not a beamer, hang out the window turnt up to my speakers these n-ggas cold hearted so i keep a heater that glock on my waist talk to me like a beeper
smokin’ gas wit my feet up, b-tch i’m the beater. now that i’m thinking b-tch you can get beat up
and if you want smoke with me we can just meet up, high speed from the opps tell em go get they speed up
x2

b-tch i got that lean in my fanta, red beam on this hammer, white b-tch she like hannah montana
this clip on my glock it hang out like a f-cking banana my n-ggas all purple bandanas
i don’t got no manners & i’m rocking dolce cabana i came through the roof like i’m santa
bad bih from atlanta, b-tch black & white like a panda i been shooting sh-t like a camera
x2

- nle smoov lyrics

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