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letra de first date - baby smoove

[intro]
sippin’ wock, not mm-mm-mm
meech

[chorus]
take you out, spent three-hundred on a steak
i was smoking in the car, sh-t, that’s why i’m kinda late
i can feel you’re stressed, i can see it in yo’ face
but don’t take it out on me, cause i’ma go the other way
buggin’ out your phone, cause i’m tryna conversate
i can give you new vibes, i can’t take n0body place
i would invite you to my house but it’s far, far away
why is you so fine, can i put you on my plate?
yeah i sip lean, b-tch don’t worry ‘bout my drank
yeah i got money, i be in-and-out the bank
all i smoke is exotic, yeah it be real dank
put some cheese on a n-gga, they gon’ pull up wit’ a tank
[verse 1]
i’ll be out makin’ plays, you can’t sit up on my face
they can ride in my coupe, we can head out the way
can you roll woods for me? i be smokin’ all day
put you in a g-wagon, not that cheap cla
baby i don’t tell lies, i’ma never-ever play
the last n-gga was a crumb, me, i’m higher in the ranks
i don’t know if i can trust you not speaking on my name
sh-t, once you deal with me, all your other n-ggas lame
yeah, all your other n-ggas—
yeah, once you deal with me, all your n-ggas

[verse 2]
said she like rick owens, she gon’ wear it everyday
b-tch bag so big it can catch a blue case
she be sippin’ on wine, i be sippin’ my drank
already got b-tches, you can leave or you could stay
yeah my lifestyle wild, i don’t know if you could hang
i’ll f-ck yo’ life up, have you walkin’ sideways
ride around with my shirt, with nothin’ on for the day
and your friends, i’m tryna f-ck if you tell her i came
i got a nice lil loft, we can shoot to l.a
i don’t got to meet yo’ peoples, you can keep me out the way
you got no makeup on but i like it that way
i ain’t goin’ through yo’ phone, that’s the games i don’t play
we can talk, never argue, i’ll put you in your place
we can talk, never argue, i’ll put you in your—
[chorus]
take you out, spent three-hundred on a steak
i was smoking in the car, sh-t, that’s why i’m kinda late
i can feel you’re stressed, i can see it in yo’ face
but don’t take it out on me, cause i’ma go the other way
buggin’ out your phone, cause i’m tryna conversate
i can give you new vibes, i can’t take n0body place
i would invite you to my house but it’s far, far away
why is you so fine, can i put you on my plate?
yeah i sip lean, b-tch don’t worry ‘bout my drank
yeah i got money, i be in-and-out the bank
all i smoke is exotic, yeah it be real dank
put some cheese on a n-gga, they gon’ pull up wit’ a tank

[outro]
meech

- baby smoove

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