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letra de groupies - baby smoove

[chorus]
these n-ggas, they more groupie’d out than these b-tches
these b-tches, still like these n-ggas i don’t get it
these digits, done took a n-gga over now i get it
if you wanna be a lame go ahead, that’s yo decision
f-ck around and wear a mask but we’ll still drop the witness
free my n-ggas in the feds, i’m sick my baby’s got attention
caught red-handed, sh-t i still don’t know who did it
every gun that i done had always had extensions

[verse 1: baby smoove]
it ain’t a n-gga in this earth that could f-cking say they made me
the way you n-ggas d-cksuck for sauce, man it’s crazy
i don’t hear a “smoove” when she with me then it’s “baby”
have some n-ggas pull up on you who could go against the navy
yo b-tch tryna smoke but imma let her keep her [?]
imma drive all types of colors when i get my first mercedes
got the midas with this sh-t if i order, they make it
they don’t know i used to struggle with this sh-t, i was praying
to this sh-t i got the keys, n-ggas steady switching teams
dreaming ’bout some money everyday i want some cheese
why the f-ck n-ggas always calling me when they in need?
this sh-t don’t happen overnight, you gotta start playing seeds
different pops, same cup, been dropping lines all week
but i been working like a b-tch on the ground with no sleep
i could put them boys on you have you scared to go to sleep
i need 2 thousand for a verse you want the same for a beat
[chorus]
these n-ggas, they more groupie’d out than these b-tches
these b-tches, still like these n-ggas i don’t get it
these digits, done took a n-gga over now i get it
if you wanna be a lame go ahead, that’s yo decision
f-ck around and wear a mask but we’ll still drop the witness
free my n-ggas in the feds, i’m sick my baby’s got attention
caught red-handed, sh-t i still don’t know who did it
every gun that i done had always had extensions

[verse 2: wtm scoob]
i’m tripping, these balenciagas kinda chunky
i’m different, might have a n-gga momma tryna f-ck me
i hit the road once and got addicted, i’m a junky
i don’t deal with crackheads, i crack cars in kentucky
got a loyal ass driver she don’t care about the distance
yo b-tch gon be loyal till i want her then she missing
down to my last n-gga you don’t know the feeling
boy i told yo ass to bend, why the f-ck you didn’t listen?
people always asking me for sh-t, yeah i gotchu
but who gon have my back when, i ain’t got no option?
i was eating noodles i saw friends eating lobster
you can ask my b-tch i been that n-gga call me papa
free my brother solid, any n-gga with a problem getting yeezys to the noggin
when smoove get the benz amg f-ck a copter
cause imma get a demon on god i’m not stopping
it’s world tour mob and on god we be mobbing

- baby smoove

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