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letra de dinero - baby smoove

[intro]
phew

[verse]
all my n-ggas tryna k!ll, i want ’em hustlin’, f-ck the drill
put the vac’ inside my spliffs, now i feel like a superhero
i hate when a b-tch just blow my high, they turn a ten to zero
i’m whoever catch me in them stores, i turn to rob de niro
this bum-ass n-gga want some rank
you can’t even pull nothin’ out the pint
in the streets, i’m who i’m is, told my mama i’m a saint
these lil’ b-tches gon’ have surgery, then think they somethin’ they ain’t
bulletproof that brand new gls, it ride just like a tank
i can raise a n-gga, give him brand new style, i’m what they claim
in my whip, i got switch and drac’, don’t give no f-ck ’bout aim
in my hood, fully in my hand, they keep tellin’ me i’m famous
bum-ass n-gga ain’t got no crib or whip, you would think that n-gga tanking
it’s my lifestyle, i ride my maybach through my hood at nighttime
all-black drac’, it stay with me, i call that b-tch my night owl
i told her, “don’t tease me with no pictures, i need it right now”
i love the sound of my money counter, that crack when i break the pint down
just got my load, i’m tryna get it gone, i ain’t gon’ babysit
i’m walkin’ ’round with xans, percs, and a pint, that’s just my daily kit (i swear to god)
half a mill’ in jewelry on me now, boy, i look like a l!ck
i know you broke, but don’t come tryin’ this ’cause you can’t take a switch
my n-gga overdosed, it f-cked me up ’cause i’m still poppin’ sh-t (oh my god)
i can’t argue with no b-tch, she try it, i’ma block the b-tch
anything i want, i really buy it, i ain’t just talkin’ sh-t
i know it hurt, what i got in this pop, you could’ve paid your rent
b-tches know i got that young money, she like, “go dj”
flip an eight inside this lil’ pop, it need a replay
boy, go take a risk and grab that load, now hit the freeway (uh)
i’m in miami, my b-tch brown skin, i feel like d. wade (oh, yeah)

- baby smoove

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