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letra de absurd - baby smoove

absurd lyrics
[intro: baby smoove]
yessir, yessir
(meech)
ayy, alright

[chorus: baby smoove]
what’s the word?
my ‘lil baby itching off them percs
i don’t serve
i’m cracking n-ggas cards, i’m a nerd
it’s absurd for you to come at me, boy you a burger
if n-ggas pillow talking then we lurking
they know my zone
my baby, joe blow, just came home
p on his way to me, he got wock, i need a four
i got my stick ’cause where i go, you won’t
ain’t gotta ask for no head ’cause my hoe grown

[verse 1: baby smoove]
i like juice, i let her get a sip, she like it too
these n-ggas do the crime just to tell, i’m confused
i’m sick, they snitching on my n-gga shoo
you the only n-gga, who i’d let use my ruger
these n-ggas know i grinded from the sewers
rap my sh-t word for word, sh-t, i’m thinking should i do it
i need some dog sh-t if you want me on yo’ music
b-tch, i had a name way before i made music
brodie swung the cat, i’m just happy he ain’t lose it
you had a ‘lil wave but fell off ’cause you was boosting
i was on my knuckles then [?] got me through it
‘lil b-tch ugly with a ass, i can’t do it
gave my kane my bankroll ’cause it’s funny when he threw it
jugging in my raf simons, i remember wearing some [?]
i just want some head, why you tryna bust it open?
she like when i hit it off them percs, i be focused
[chorus: baby smoove]
what’s the word?
my ‘lil baby itching off them percs
i don’t serve
i’m cracking n-ggas cards, i’m a nerd
it’s absurd for you to come at me, boy you a burger
if n-ggas pillow talking then we lurking
they know my zone
my baby, joe blow, just came home
p on his way to me, he got wock, i need a four
i got my stick ’cause where i go, you won’t
ain’t gotta ask for no head ’cause my hoe grown

[verse 2: talibando]
what’s the deal?
i heard you had a router on them pills
you got drank?
f-ck it, i’ll buy it all if that sh-t sealed
this sh-t real
baby is you tryna stuff these pills?
’cause if not, i’ma throw you up out the crib like uncle phil
i’m the truth
they think they f-cking me, where the proof?
heard a n-gga sick, i’m getting off, go get ’em some soup
ride with them choppas, i ain’t gotta call the troops
if it’s some problems, put a n-gga in a suit
bet yo b-tch swing the cat, she ain’t never drove a coupe
they know my name in the ten, the fiends ain’t never heard of you
i just left up out of saks, fifteen-hundred on the goose
make the bag nonstop, we get it get it, uncle luke
i was down bad but the grind got me through it
running through the bag, i wasn’t tryna do no music
n-ggas think they f-cking with me then they stupid
’bout to upgrade me and my chain chain, we need cubans
[chorus: baby smoove]
what’s the word?
my ‘lil baby itching off them percs
i don’t serve
i’m cracking n-ggas cards, i’m a nerd
it’s absurd for you to come at me, boy you a burger
if n-ggas pillow talking then we lurking
they know my zone
my baby, joe blow, just came home
p on his way to me, he got wock, i need a four
i got my stick ’cause where i go, you won’t
ain’t gotta ask for no head ’cause my hoe grown

- baby smoove

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