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letra de off-white apparel - baby smoove

[verse]
boy you get so stale, i don’t know why the f-ck you wear it
bad b-tches on my line, i ain’t thinking ’bout no marriage
i got stripes on my back, this is off white apparel
smoke exotics to the face, h-ll yeah they smell it
hit her off some percocets, got her screaming and yelling
h-ll yeah i’m getting money, make a broke n-gga jealous
why you hang with that n-gga, boy you know that n-gga telling
pull up big srt, sound like my granny yelling
got some wockhardt now, ’bout to mix it with the red
got a room with your b-tch, d-mn near broke the bed
got a room with your b-tch, d-mn near broke her legs
no cap, this year, spent a cool hunnid bands
if he tryna hide out, drop a dub on his man
got some pints in the freezer, i’ma take it to the head
doing donuts in the lamb’, sh-t i’m tryna blow the tran’
had along ass day bout to pour a four of red
sh-t i could’ve bought a jag’ but i put it on his head
pull up two cars deep, one truck and a van
high as h-ll laying down, spilled my cup in my bed
high as h-ll laying down and she ’bout to give me head

- baby smoove

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