Kane - Baby Smoove

Kane

Baby Smoove

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Lyric

Yeah, what up, 22

Take a ride with the G.O.A.T one time

Aye, 22

Uh ugh

(Meech)

Aye, my bitch blowing up my phone now let me tell the truth

I don't know if she my bitch, I don't know what she do

Everytime it's in my hands, shit it gotta move

If niggas pulled up on you shooting you wouldn't know what to do

Single lion in this world, I don't need nobody (so)

I made a promise to my sister I'ma be somebody (yeah)

You can have yo' bitch back, she need somebody (yeah)

I was busy stacking blues when y'all couldn't find me

I don't hang around you niggas, we don't think the same (no)

Young nappy head nigga, gold on his frames (yeah)

Stopped picking up my phone, niggas say I changed

Nigga get yo' scale dirty before you say my name (boy)

Made so much yesterday, in the car I prayed (yeah)

This a M on my buckle, M's on my brain

On my soul I really do it, punk stay in yo lane

You ask a nigga for a favor, they forget yo' name

I'll spit on yo' big homie, I ain't got one

You lil' niggas talking 'bout guns, I really got them

Yo mans been down for too long, somebody spot him

A lotta money in my pocket, I went out & got some

It ain't a rule I won't break, risk I won't take

You putting yo' feelings in a bitch, boy that's a heartbreak (don't do it)

And this Moschino that I'm wearing came from Italy (aye)

It's a 4 in my drank, shark on my face (yeah)

Aye, now these hoes be fucking everybody

She mad at me cuz I ain't text back, like I care about her

Drive a distance for the money 'cause I care about it

Punch a nigga in his mouth, knock the stare up out him

Up early with the birds, I need every dollar (aye)

Told my son I'm getting a mansion for him & his momma

But if I find a Latino she gone have my daughter

You wanna find a cheaper price go a little farther

We get 4 48's for that good bargain

Wearing clothes you can't afford, it make me a target

I don't deal with relatives, family you walking

Even in the nose bleeds you can see me balling

Louis bag on my bitch, it can hold a doggie (yeah)

I'm the leader of the mob, you can call me Pauly

I can't even go shopping, too much in my closet

I got a roll on me now in my billionaire joggers

Nigga, I'm the man where I'm from

Screws loose in my head, I leave hoes hot lumps

You get questioned in that room, boy you better play dumb

A couple bitches love me, I don't care about one, nigga

22!

- It's already the end -