letra de hi-tech - baby smoove
[verse]
n-gga you so poor, me and you can’t relate
i’m the type to buy a eight, then take it to the face
you dumb b-tch, i’m a boss, i could never be replaced
i might order lamb chops or i might just get a steak
b-tch why you on my ass, i ain’t tryna see your face
my phone ringing right now, i’ll call you when i’m on my way
i’m baby smoove on the song that’s the only way it’s played
i can go to lv and drop a bag any day
petty n-gga hitting dog, i got phones on the way
bro n-ggas cliquing up, it’s just me and ben frank
you will always be broke, boy some sh-t will never change
smoking turtle pot now, it’s like something [?]
whatchu made this year, i just spent that in two days
i got cartier lenses on my white cartier
you run your mouth too much, you will never be paid
and i still don’t give a f-ck about who with me and who ain’t
[outro]
[?]
pull up on a n-gga block, we gon make him move away
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