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letra de fat wood - baby smoove

[intro]
ayy, ayy, twent-two, ayy
fat ‘wood with the lump
shoppin’ for the dump
meech

[chorus]
fat ‘wood with the lumps, i’m already shoppin’ for the dumps
he just talkin’ out his neck, man i know that boy a punk
the way she gave me head, man, i thought she was the one
in the car with a k, i ain’t never had a pump
aim it out the window, i ain’t gotta hit the trunk
i woke up to get money, you woke up to be a bum
millionaire mindset ’cause i know i’m worth some’
decline a b-tch call, she just probably want some’
[verse]
if n-ggas think they sl!ck, man, it’s cool, we gon’ trim ’em
in the streets with the kias, hoopin’ in my raf simmons
when i was they age, i had lookеd up to the dealers
n-ggas on street spins, comin’ through thе hood trippin’
coulda looked up to the doctors, sh-t, but that ain’t what i’m seein’
all i see is hand-to-hands, lot of money in there, reakin’
a lot of n-ggas fake, you ain’t real and i can see it
i like bougie b-tches, yeah the ones who conceited
i’m tryna’ see what’s better, baby, you or the juice
i thought i wanted you, but i ain’t see the whole crew
they don’t know about them struggles, you my piece like my boo
when she give it to me, i’ma treat it like a deuce
i’m in here smokin’ moon rock, i’m so high it ain’t cool
big wham-bam, if you try it, you a fool
my dawg way younger, but i taught him play it cool
perc’ playin with my mood, i was cool, now i’m rude

[chorus]
fat ‘wood with the lumps, i’m already shoppin’ for the dumps
he just talkin’ out his neck, man i know that boy a punk
the way she gave me head, man, i thought she was the one
in the car with a k, i ain’t never had a pump
aim it out the window, i ain’t gotta hit the trunk
i woke up to get money, you woke up to be a bum
millionaire mindset ’cause i know i’m worth some’
decline a b-tch call, she just probably want some’
[verse]
i’m a starting point guard, you not even sixth man
boy, don’t try to mug me, you better hold your b-tch hand
boy, don’t throw your life away tryna’ smoke quick bands
i’m watchin’ elmo with k, countin’ some quick bands
it’s fresh out the fridge, thicker than some quick sand
my boy play with drums like he in a rock band
when she get on top, she gon’ hold down my hands
if you get the safe code can you not steal my bands?
i just met her walkin’ out of gucci, but i kinda’ think she knew me
she walked away from me, she was headed down to louis
soon as i walked down, tom was starin’ at her booty
my n-gga call with the juice, he cut straight into me
i was f-ckin’ with yo’ b-tch, but that ho a bad habit
she ain’t hold the dope for me, man this b-tch got bad manners
smokin’ good cookie while i’m all up in traffic
if i feel disrespected, it’s gon’ be lots of action

- baby smoove

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