Baby Smoove - I’m 22 lyrics

[Baby Smoove - I’m 22 lyrics]

Bitch, I'm 22, you know you fuckin’ on me
Retired wit' the same team like Ginobili
Irritated off these percs
Please don't approach me
I came in here off Cookie
You smell like some OG (no cap)
Made myself a boss, I ain’t a fuckin' OG
I don't believe you 'bout it, dawg
You gotta show me
I'ma buy some lean before I buy her a ring
I'm sick these niggas still out
Her buyin' the green

I had to cut her loose
She wasn't makin’ the team
I’ll never trust a bitch
You better learn from me
Do you wanna make some money?
You might earn a G
You get yo mans and gossip
Y'all be sippin’ the tea
Aye, yes we playin' dirty and
We playin' for keeps
I be thankin' God cause he
Keep it real wit’ me
Most of these niggas all talk but
They ain't said a thing
Boy, all that dicksucking
I don't know how you breathe
That shit hit a hunnid and
I'm still gone drink
I be blowin' Runtz, nigga
It's like $20 a g
I might pull up on yo block
And give y'all twenty a piece
Aye, don't be playin' wit' me

Bitch, I'm 22, you know you fuckin' on me
(for real)
Retired wit' the same team like Ginobili
(for real) irritated off these percs
Please don't approach me (for real)
I came in here off Cookie
You smell like some OG (aye)
Made myself a boss, I ain't a fuckin' OG
(for real)
I don't believe you 'bout it, dawg
You gotta show me (aye)
I'ma buy some lean before I buy her a ring
(mmhmm) i'm sick these niggas still out
Her buyin' the green (aye)

My niggas really on that stuff
These niggas just talkin'
Say somethin' I don't like
I'll have them boys come hawk you
Seen some snow hit the ground
So I bought a Moncler
It's cool if she lookin', dawg
I make most bitches stare
You ain't help me out wit' shit
So why yo hand over here?
What I do to creme sodas
You'd think I ain't care
All black choppa, it don't shoot in the air
I can make a bitch famous if
I post her on here i ran that shit up and I
Ain't ask for no help
I'm blowin' up the Lodge
She got her hand on my belt
Charge it to the game, nigga
Right now it's my turn
We done trustin' hoes
I think we all done learned
Ain't no budgin' on no price, if I said it
It's firm i be thinkin' out loud
Taught my feelings the words
I need a stack and some change
If you want a lil' verse
I'ma buy some lean before I buy her a purse

Bitch, I'm 22, you know you fuckin' on me
Retired wit' the same team like Ginobili
Irritated off these percs
Please don't approach me
I came in here off Cookie
You smell like some OG
Made myself a boss, I ain't a fuckin' OG
I don't believe you 'bout it, dawg
You gotta show me (for real)
I'ma buy some lean before I buy her a ring
(aye) i'm sick these niggas still out
Her buyin' the green

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