smoove’l – 2020 lyrics
[intro]
it’s 2020 b#tch stay in ya bag
it’s 2020 stay in ya bag n#gga
get in ya bag, f#ck you waiting for?
who you gone let stop you?
n#gga n0body!
[verse 1]
this b#tch made me nut off of one stroke
it’s hard to be rich and then play broke
baby give me bikini in a bottle
a fries and a sprite and a side of some deep throat
oh my, oh my, she flee
one of a kind her makeup beat
if you gotta choose between me and someone else
pick them, i’ll leave (byeeee)
cause 2020, i ain’t with the bullsh#t
i ain’t with the funny money, i got shooters with
me movin’ cautious
and you had a chance with me, too bad you lost it
and i don’t need no friendships, no i won’t force it
[chorus]
and i’m with them ooda oohs
booda boom, booda bow
and i don’t wanna pull out, but at the same time i don’t want a child
cause you know how these b#tches be, they ain’t playing fair and they playing real foul
and i don’t got no tolerance, dripping cold sh#t
b#tch you better pipe down (better pipe down)
[verse 2]
before i run in ya sh#t
i cop a fit and then go take me a fl!ck
and i’m in my zone and you ain’t stopping this
it’s never no action, it’s straight politics
and i was just up in the 4 with a stick
they think they something when they tag me in sh#t
watch how i pull up with a pole tuck, you son of a b#tch!
[verse 3]
and i’m really on top, and you know
and i really be sliding, i ain’t giving the media no show
this bad little b#tch threw the line in
this dumb n#gga, he done fell for a little hoe
they can’t believe it, i’m achieving
oh, oh, oh my god
[chorus]
and i’m with them ooda oohs
booda boom, booda bow
and i don’t wanna pull out, but at the same time i don’t want a child
cause you know how these b#tches be, they ain’t playing fair and they playing real foul
and i don’t got no tolerance, dripping cold sh#t
b#tch you better pipe down (better pipe down)
[verse]
and i’m catching mad attention
i’m so hot that my name always trending (mad hot)
i can get in my bag, i be chilling
barely speak what i’m thinking, they be stealing
pretty b#tch, call her bad to the bone
publix do em right, while she wrong
she need her a real n#gga who gone run down, don’t need bro to him on
and that’s a fact, i got them got them hitta hittas on ya back
i’m with the gang, rolling in the pack, and i put my feelings all up into sacks
and i put my feelings all into traps
and i’m with the squad n#gga, what you on?
my brothers gone ride n#gga right or wrong, my fashion aggressive while a n#gga calm
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