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Baby Smoove

I'm Still Serious

 

I'm Still Serious

(álbum: I'm Still Serious - 2018)


This shit so real, I really cannot make it up
This blue hunnid so sticky, I can't break 'em up
I gave her back, mine better, she ain't make the cut
Niggas say they on that road, you ain't make enough

What you do and how you do it? Boy, how you eatin'?
They outta town doing features, boy I want that key and
Big shout, not to Drake but she still a demon
Yeah, I see your nipples pierced, you should let me see them

This shit so good, really it gets ahead of itself
That's a 50 on this blizzy, I make it melt
Bitch'll drop from dick to dick tryna find some help
Know I stay on your side, I don't need no help

If I keep getting bricks, I must hide myself
I put a deuce in a 20, that explain itself
Nigga want me on the song, boy hang yourself
You need to help your dog out, he ain't doing too well

I done touched everything like what won't he sell?
I done felt all the pain and I still ain't heal
Put a pint on your head, but you ain't worth no C-O
She asked what's wrong with me and I blamed them pills

I'ma go up to her, oh no, we can't get even
Have gang come and get you, boy give me a reason
Running around with a choppa like it's hunting season
I'm getting texts on my phone 'bout the newest season

If you stay out my way, there won't be no grieving
I can't even roll up, I'm too damn sleepy
That bitch won't do nothing for ya, but just be needy
Lay on chops well done when I wanna feed me

12 hours going south, gonna see what I do
I know dog too loose, look at how he move
You wouldn't understand what the money made me do
She wanna cut me off? It's cool 'cause I got a few

I look in the mirror and tell myself I'm proud of you
My first bag, you ain't have to tell me how to move
I don't feel like you a threat so just play it cool
Put some work inside the Fanta, that'll change my mood

Tie it in so deep, know this shit for real
You lay a finger, I might hit you, don't get killed
It broke my heart when I seen how she really feel
A nigga try something stupid, I'm banking that feel

So deep, know that shit for real, ay
Telling me it's just another one and another one
And another one
Ay, 22, ay 22
I'm still serious, nigga

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