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smoove'l - smoke talk lyrics

ohh ohh ohh ohh ohh
i swear to god i could never let ’em
my ex above me, b#tch i’m doing better
im dripping and drowning up in any weather
they call me smoove’l i’m the trendsetter
i shoot to the m liquid chopper
dont look for your b#tch ’cause i got her
her head game was so trash, made me so mad
that a n#gga had to stop her, dumb b#tch

dont act up, i’ma tell you right now i’ll act up
old boy start moving wrong then the blood is drawn
b#tch i blowing ya back up
n#ggas say it’s on sight but it’s not on sight
stupid n#gga you really think we gon’ fight
bullets knock through his head give him noodle legs
p#ssy you just got ate like a mike and ike
yum amber rose, i can’t lie i want head from amber rose
gotta see if that head real
mentally ill make a young n#gga curl his toes
ayo b#tch say you stink
you need to go wipe your ass before trying wipe a nose
i’ma bang on a pipe if you get out your body
i’ll show that lil’ b#tch i’m straight out the fold
and i wanna f#ck her in montana
tell her pass me the phone i don’t do no cameras
she done ask me a question i never answer
that b#tch loyal to you i don’t understand her
i jump on the b#tch, turn up the heat
n#gga give me your plate i gotta eat
but hold up i’m done i rock up the party i pass the b#tch on to nle

pass her to me, then she better be a freak
why you take your clothes off, baby girl get on your knees
i’m f#cking with models, f#cking with strippers
throwing cash in the club because i’m a tipper
bend it over, make her ass get bigger
groupie hoes only taking pictures
posing with this .30 man a n#gga better not move wrong
we doing what we rapping and i put that sh#t in every song
when i bust a nut i tell a b#tch to put her shoes on
get the f#ck up out of my house, a n#gga had to move her
i’m popping these percs, i’m stuffing my face
i keep me a lawyer, i’m beating the case
i think i won’t beat it, i’m doing the race
i’m running away far from the jays
ay that roley b#tches slimed out, they glizzy and that 9 out
ay that roley b#tches slimed out, glizzy got them 9s out

i swear to god i could never let ’em
my ex above me, b#tch i’m doing better
im dripping and drowning up in any weather
they call me smoove’l i’m the trendsetter
i shoot to the m liquid chopper
dont look for your b#tch ’cause i got her
her head game was so trash, made me so mad
that a n#gga had to stop her, dumb b#tch

- smoovel lyrics

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