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letra de how did we know? - baby smoove

[intro]
(marc boomin, we miss you)
i’m sick, she taking to me like that
ayy

[verse 1]
i’ma get the money, let you n-ggas have the hoes
just dropped a six, in an hour i got a show
i can smell the p-ssy n-gga, it be reeking off they clothes
i’m wearing off-white, forgot i bought it, i was blown
seven thousand all dubs, ’bout to spend it on clothes
off juice every day, i can’t sleep without a pole
go get you some money, that other sh-t getting old
trying to play it like it’s sweet, i had sh-t getting bold
he just got two bricks, he don’t really know a load
sipping cream sodas, i ain’t f-cking with patrón
her head too good, got me changing up my tone
i sell anything but my motherf-cking soul
on the road with some fire, i don’t wanna go home
back in high school, i was trying to touch in [?]
i got a zip and a glock in my motherf-cking coat
i just put a deuce of wock’ in this little 24

[verse 2]
i ain’t focused on these hoes, you won’t ever really win
these b-tches do whatever for some petty ass revenge
i’ma kick it with my self, everybody acts weird
b-tch i drink lean, not no motherf-cking beer
’bout to put solitaires in my motherf-cking ear
old hoes on my line, heard i’m ’bout to sign a deal
i get her gone for real as soon as he gets a seal
we gon’ hold that chopper when sh-t gets real
kick it with the clerk, i’m trying to work, let’s cut a deal
the number on the blows ’bout to bang out a zero
b-tch, i hit the set and go to saks for my apparel
i ain’t into saving hoes, you betrying to be the hero
my dawg off an eight, i’m just hoping he alive
turned myself into a boss, can’t no b-tch hurt my pride
your n-gga ain’t a shooter, he can’t make it to belle isle
it be looking like a circus when your whole gang around

- baby smoove

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