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letra de talk wit bro - smoove'l

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[intro: smoove’l]
yo, yo, yo, bro, i gotta, i gotta put you on about something
forreal, i just saw some sh-t
i’ma tell you, though, it’s about one of these hoes that you f-ck with
just listen, listen up

[verse 1: smoove’l]
yo, bro
i’m your brother, i’ma let you know
i just seen a b-tch who you f-ckin’ wit’ kiss another n-gga by the store

this is why you never trust a hoe
this is why i never get too close
i ain’t chuckin’ b-tches, i ain’t frontin’
claimin’ that they love you, but they really don’t
that’s why i say

[chorus]
i’m through with love
i curve this pain with drugs
don’t get in your feelings
just give another b-tch the dealings

if you stay in your bag, you make ‘em more mad
on the inside, it be k!llin’

[verse 2: sha gualla]
see my b-tch kissin’?
bro, you deadass, you seen my b-tch kissin’?
i was fallin’ in love, i was trippin’
i knew from the jump, shoulda hit it and quit it

now i won’t even ask if she did it
i’m catchin’ a case ‘cause she comin’ up missin’
i’m gon’ f-ck on her friend, record, then send
to show her i really mean business

she won’t find another me, forreal though
i bet that n-gga be a widow
can’t f-ck with no others, just stuck with our brothers
it be like malcolm in the middle

and bruh, you my brother, that’s word to my mother
it been that way since we was little
we made it out the gutter
the oppas discuss us, them n-ggas sweeter than a skittle

[verse 3: smoove’l]
i put the r to the e to the s to the p
and the e and the c and the t
but i’m disrespectful, and you know it
if i gotta blow it, i won’t aim for feet

and p-ssy really ‘round the world
you were rated r, shoulda used a c
i don’t get it, i think that we trippin’
just level up on her and let that b-tch be

‘cause i swear, if i go through this hit
i ain’t showin’ remorse for this n-gga and b-tch
blowin’ over and over like i’m from the 6
let the 4 off the deuce and i’m droppin’ ‘bout 6

‘cause you know how i’m comin’
i won’t shoot to miss
i’ma catch me a murder before a attempt
but right now, we ain’t thuggin’, we buggin’
you think we should go through this over a muhf-ckin’ b-tch?

[verse 4: sha gualla]
she a p.y.t, bruh
but i cannot beef, ‘cause a b-tch? no way
i’ma f-ck another b-tch, then i’ll be okay
let’s [?]td, then he’ll be o.a

let’s go get paid, let’s go get guap
for all them broke days we was posted on the block
if when we on, shut the [?] jump off
word to mother, i’ll be richer for the hip when it hop

word to mother, we be [?] with the drip, make her drop
word to mother, we can bang, bang, bang, make it pop
i heard ol’ boy got the baddest lil’ b-tch
i could f-ck his lil’ b-tch, just to make his heart stop

now she my thot, i be on that top
she be suckin’ my c-ck like a cherry push pop
if he found out that i nut in her mouth
he gon’ k!ll himself with a brand new glock

[verse 5: smoove’l]
with a brand new glock, this a brand new stick
i just got me a muhf-ckin’ whole new b-tch
why the f-ck would you trust her? you know she ain’t sh-t
now i’m in that mood and i’m ready to spit

i go ‘bout some [?], but you know i’ma win
‘bout to walk up to him and check his chin
if he act like you wit’ it, you know i’ma hit
boom, baow, on god, i committed sin

[chorus]

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