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letra de sleep walking pt. 2 - baby smoove

[verse 1: baby smoove]
y’all lil n-ggas ain’t got no money you went in on a 35
who in the f-ck do y’all be k!llin’ ’cause y’all n-ggas keep on dying
lil n-gga think he got some drip he ain’t never even been to revive
jokes up you n-ggas be lyin’
headshot had his og cryin’
n-gga my cat so fast every time i hit that gas that b-tch gon’ slide
n-gga my cup so dirty with every sip i’m gettin’ high
n-gga i ain’t ever had to write no song but you do ’cause you lyin’
we at ya dome now stop lyin’
we at ya dome now boy, surprise!

[verse 2: cosanostra kidd]
smoove gon’ pass me my jersey it’s a new member of the franchise
took off the cap and put dat b-tch back ’cause these young n-ggas be lyin’
in beverly hills at the atm, it just spit me out like a five
i am the sh-t, ain’t even dropped a hit, why am i being followed by flies?
we pull up and roll down the windows with glizzies, them n-ggas lookin’ surprised
pour up a four that’s a lava lamp
lil n-gga you just drop up a line
i’m kickin’ my feet up, smokin’ your re-up everyday just gettin high
we ballin like nba jam
me, [?], smoove the new nba live

[verse 3: baby smoove]
[?] sippin’ on wock, you sippin’ on par
srt my car it go vroom vroom when it start
we ain’t even gotta go far, you can jus give me head in my car
i don’t even play them games, this a fn, yu won’t get far
you know we rep that basketball
yo chain si it don’t dance at all
you know they don’t need no money, they do it off love, they’ll come and k!ll all of y’all
i could have like four hundred pints of wock, won’t sell none at all
n-gga i’m so high walkin’ on my marble i might slip and fall
[verse 4: cosanostra kidd & baby smoove]
two new doctors in michigan you know we gotta max ’em out
sick pieces in my louis pouch you know i’m finna cash ’em out
old ass n-gga still broke as h-ll, your age i got the cash amount
n-gga said he had some beef with us and died tryna chase some clout
real prince in my hood like [?] in the o, lil n-gga i’m good
i know your blunts ain’t this big, cough too much when you hit my wood
no, we don’t want features ’cause you cappin’ in your hooks
no, i cannot teach you how to scam go read a book

[outro: baby smoove]
yeah that boy back
come say sum real quick
yeah this how we coming and we got keep it goin’ like that
f-ck is you talking ’bout

- baby smoove

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