Baby Smoove - Attitude lyrics
[Baby Smoove - Attitude lyrics]
You ain't know TYE made this beat?
Let me put you on give me attitude
My lil' bitch say I'm rude (He dead)
We gon' put him on the news
Jimmy Choo, with some Cookie in her too
Winner circle, man shit, a nigga feel like
Perc' give me attitude
My lil' bitch say I'm rude
If a nigga want some fame
We gon' put him on the news
I smell like Jimmy Choo
With some Cookie in her too
Winner circle, man shit
A nigga feel like Pooh
My nigga got some new sauce
But I'm stayin' in the booth
I got it tatted on mе
So I'm stayin' in the crew
Heard you likе news
I'm gon' pull up with the tunes
My niggas droppin' lines, ain't
Fuckin' with the booze, ayy
I got a baby bottle with some real red
Fuckin' with that bitch
She gave me real head
If I tell the lil' shit to you
Don't speak on what we said
Mind yo' business lil' homie
We don't shoot legs
I'm ballin' with my brother
Y'all can't make bands
He probably stole some' from me
And y'all shakin' hands
Been playin' the game with the K
Hold it with both hands
I was raised along these choppers
Don't fear no man if she wanna be my bitch
Then she get broke in
My dawg still movin' bow's
But all my niggas scam
I thought dawg wanted smoke
But I know his hand
If I pull up with this Glock
I bet it don't jam if I swing this 'Wood
Nigga it's to my left hand
Won't put no money on yo' head
I give it to my mans
That nigga purpin' for the net
He just make ends
Once you fuck another nigga, we got no chance
Perc' give me attitude
My lil' bitch say I'm rude
If a nigga want some fame
We gon' put him on the news
I smell like Jimmy Choo
With some Cookie in her too
Winner circle, man shit
A nigga feel like Pooh
My nigga got some new sauce
But I'm stayin' in the booth
I got it tatted on me
So I'm stayin' in the crew
Heard you like news
I'm gon' pull up with the tunes
My niggas droppin' lines, ain't
Fuckin' with the booze, ayy
She gave me real head we sippin' real red
If I tell the lil' shit to you
Don't speak on what we said
Mind yo' business lil' homie
We don't shoot legs
With my brother, y'all can't make bands
I bet y'all shakin' hands
I don't fear no man i bet it don't jam
Let me put you on give me attitude
My lil' bitch say I'm rude (He dead)
We gon' put him on the news
Jimmy Choo, with some Cookie in her too
Winner circle, man shit, a nigga feel like
Perc' give me attitude
My lil' bitch say I'm rude
If a nigga want some fame
We gon' put him on the news
I smell like Jimmy Choo
With some Cookie in her too
Winner circle, man shit
A nigga feel like Pooh
My nigga got some new sauce
But I'm stayin' in the booth
I got it tatted on mе
So I'm stayin' in the crew
Heard you likе news
I'm gon' pull up with the tunes
My niggas droppin' lines, ain't
Fuckin' with the booze, ayy
I got a baby bottle with some real red
Fuckin' with that bitch
She gave me real head
If I tell the lil' shit to you
Don't speak on what we said
Mind yo' business lil' homie
We don't shoot legs
I'm ballin' with my brother
Y'all can't make bands
He probably stole some' from me
And y'all shakin' hands
Been playin' the game with the K
Hold it with both hands
I was raised along these choppers
Don't fear no man if she wanna be my bitch
Then she get broke in
My dawg still movin' bow's
But all my niggas scam
I thought dawg wanted smoke
But I know his hand
If I pull up with this Glock
I bet it don't jam if I swing this 'Wood
Nigga it's to my left hand
Won't put no money on yo' head
I give it to my mans
That nigga purpin' for the net
He just make ends
Once you fuck another nigga, we got no chance
Perc' give me attitude
My lil' bitch say I'm rude
If a nigga want some fame
We gon' put him on the news
I smell like Jimmy Choo
With some Cookie in her too
Winner circle, man shit
A nigga feel like Pooh
My nigga got some new sauce
But I'm stayin' in the booth
I got it tatted on me
So I'm stayin' in the crew
Heard you like news
I'm gon' pull up with the tunes
My niggas droppin' lines, ain't
Fuckin' with the booze, ayy
She gave me real head we sippin' real red
If I tell the lil' shit to you
Don't speak on what we said
Mind yo' business lil' homie
We don't shoot legs
With my brother, y'all can't make bands
I bet y'all shakin' hands
I don't fear no man i bet it don't jam