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letra de lavar ball - baby smoove

[intro]
this sh-t serious, bro, n-gga a die ’bout that drank
that motherf-ckin’ mic on, shut up
boy, in real life, n-gga die ’bout, know a n-gga die ’bout my drank fosho
that’s just some sh-t you just
(bino)
just it is what it is
get the f-ck away from my cup
don’t even, don’t even walk past the b-tch fast
don’t do no horse playin’ ’round this sh-t
none of that matters
slow all that sh-t down, get the f-ck on
every sip count
back the f-ck back (huh, huh)

[verse]
these hoes do whatever, they can’t get my respect
for a hundred or sum dollars, she’d probably f-ck shrek
leader of the empire, [?] on my neck
that mean they did sum’ spеcial when the stones was bеing set
what the f-ck is dumbbells? lift a cup doing racks
it’s pink powder in the party, now they wanna get undressed
you had took me for granted, now you feel it in your chest
i like grown women bodies, you might need to buy some br–sts
you got no goals or no morals, i can’t be involved with you
catch a case, you by yourself, i ain’t standing tall with you
he got no stacks on deck, i don’t see jbar with you
how you got somewhere to go, and you ain’t even bring your car with you?
if you don’t see them n-ggas ’round me no more, that’s they issue
i took your broke ass to the water, but i can’t put the drank in you
i done put the money on ’em, you can’t make it stay in ’em
why the f-ck i always gotta be the one to save n-ggas?
don’t make me mad, i know details on how your mans died
tell the truth, oh, you don’t like me? i got a deal you can sign
you should’ve stayed in the house, it been raining outside
they told n-ggas he gon’ rob me, then his best friend died
i don’t backdoor sh-t, i open fronts and the sides
you smoke weak ass weed, bell pepper type za
she thought her son was an angel, now he really one now
broke n-gga sippin’ green, he want the benadryl high
free threat, that sh-t ain’t nothing, i got his commissary maxed
you get scared when your n-ggas go to jail ’cause they rats
how you broke with two hands? go scam or sell crack
n-ggas going out sad, they hit a porch to steal a package
i put phones in your name and wipe it like it never happened
when you servin’ undercover, that is not a part of traffic
you’ll sell to anybody, you a motherf-ckin’ jack
you get paid by them b-tches, you way more than just a rat
you ain’t out here takin’ risks, you can never cross my path
you tryna argue about the number, if you want it, come and grab it
this ain’t addiction, this a part of me, this not no lil’ habit
you got bossy and erd from me, i’m your daddy
they all better with the [?] i’m wearing, i’m on y’all can have it
nah i’m lying, tell remy send my new season package
you is not franchise, you never been no f-ckin’ [?]
every day my eyes open, god remind me that i matter
i don’t do no fakin’, i don’t do no hatin’
they need to kids menu when y’all two be out datin’
n-ggas beatin’ on they hoes looking lamer and lamer
i got more cars in my yard than it is power rangers
let me enjoy my little high, you gon’ see a lot of anger
swingin’ switch left and right when i see danger danger
had [?], even came with a [?]
his picture all on the news, that’s what come with clout chasin’
[outro]
f-r-a-n-c-h, f-ck is you talkin’ bout?
ain’t got no jersey man, cut it out
[?] be in the gym
sorry ass n-gga, you gon’ be sorry your whole life
f-ck
wish i could pay you n-ggas to suicide

- baby smoove

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