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letra de fake love - baby smoove

[intro]
young rich
(michigan meech)
i’m a young rich b-st-rd
i’m a young rich
i’m a young rich b-st-rd
i’m a young rich b-st-rd

[verse]
why these n-ggas speaking on me like i asked for they opinion?
i can’t argue with no n-gga unless he up a couple million
he out here tryna be a goon but don’t even take care of his children
everyday i wake up out my sleep, i make another million
n-ggas say they for the team, they only care about theyself
sixty pairs of amiri’s and like twenty-five belts
n-ggas acting like i need ’em, they ain’t never ever helped
i could put her on the court, or i could put her on the shelf
that clip real long, it hang off that choppa like a belt
this ‘wood real long, it’ll take two hours by myself
fake friends was around, i’d rather hang with myself
if she loyal cars, bags, and shoes come as well
i been loyal to everybody, i don’t get it in return
n-gga switched just twice, it ain’t his fault, i should’ve learned
n-gga playing both sides, he can’t come back over here
i’m starting to think this n-gga jealous, it felt like that for years
i got nine pints here, sh-t, all of ’em [?]
the way you talk about this case, i swear, that sh-t make me nervous
give a n-gga twenty shots to the chest ’cause he deserves
if i get a good b-tch she get whatever ’cause she [?]
they outside playing 2k, we be playing call of duty
n-gga stacked me in my bag but it was cool cause he ain’t shooting
split my last with my n-ggas, now i don’t want sh-t in return
[?]

- baby smoove

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