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Baby Smoove

Practice

 

Practice

(album: Practice - 2020)


Yuh
Fuck you talking 'bout?
Yeah man
What I say
What I be saying?
I don't even remember what I be saying, bruh
I ain't rap in so long, this shit crazy (wow)
Haha, Dopeman
What do I even be rapping about?
Like, I don't even know how to start, or whatever
Nah I'm finna be doing
It's all me

I'm a franchise player, I'mma take the game winner
But what I made last year, it'll last for 12 winters
I just bought a money counter, I wanna put a million in it
I just bought a money counter, I put a thousand hundreds in it
Look we had a good run, but I'm sorry girl, you're finished
I just faced me an eighth, it took two days to finish
I be smoking out the boat, this exotic I be grilling
I went to sleep with 20k, really I just want the feeling
I made a killing off of scams, but this rap shit is different
Learned from the hood three times this week, they been tripping
I know you wanna be me boy, you hate how you living
You can't even buy no food, worried 'bout the next nigga
But little bit of nothing, and I'll have your head tripping
If that's what you call up, then I'm where your head is, nigga
Them niggas really wanna play, I'll have your kid missing
Lil' niggas don't kill for me, cause they know my pay is different

My bad
I was just playing with my money
Bought my momma a Chanel purse, and filled it up with hundreds
All my bitches understand that we can't go out in public
He don't know them bullets hot, we gon' put em in the oven
[?] my nigga, like what's cracking
Shit, he say just how it coming
1600, Kel-Tec, them bullets don't stop coming
I can't send it in the mail, I just wrap 'em and they come in
I been doin it so hard, I can't get off the Mcloving
"Smoove what the fuck you mean you gon' stay out there? Shit jumpin'"
It mean I found a small town, every store I hit open
I remember rich times, I couldn't even get Rover
I got pounds of Turtle Pie, man I swear this shit bone
Held a baby by the chopper, then report the bitch stolen
Got your baby on my side, just report the bitch stolen
What I just spent on lean was a lil' Range Rover
Bitch I face pints, I don't get no hangovers
Catch his car at the light, give that boy a makeover
I'm in Louis V', still sipping cream soda
I'm in Louis V', still sippin cream soda, you'll...
Hold on
I'm in Louis V', still sippin" cream soda
You'll kill for that hoe, I just make her bend over

Yeah
You know how this shit go
Franchise player type shit, man you know what I'm sayin
Franchise guys, the big ticket
Whatever you wanna call it
You know what I'm saying, man
Outta my fucking money
You know
You know what I'm saying
Jam up the money counter on the daily, type shit
You know what I'm saying
I'll buy your life

done

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