Baby Smoove - I'm Still Serious lyrics
[Baby Smoove - I'm Still Serious lyrics]
Meech top tier
This shit so real, I really cannot make it up
These blue hunnid's so sticky
I can't break 'em up
I gave her back, mind better
She ain't make the cut
Niggas say they on that road
Well you don't make enough what you do
And how you do it? Boy how you eatin'?
They out of town doin' features
Boy I'm out there keyin'
Big chop', not the Drac'
But she still a demon
Yeah I see yo' nipples pierced
You should let me see 'em
This shit so good
Really it could sell it's self
This a fifty on this glizzy
I'll make it melt
Bitches jump from dick to dick
Tryna find some help
Nah stay on yo' side, I don't need no help
If I keep gettin' bricks, I'ma sign myself
I put a deuce in the twenty
That explain it's self
Nigga want me on his song, boy hang yo' self
You need to help your dawg out
He ain't doin' 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 yo' head
But you ain't worth no seal
Bitch ask what's wrong with me
And I blame the pills
I'ma go up two oh, no we can't get even
Have gang come and get you
Boy give me a reason
Ridin' 'round with a chopper
Like it's huntin' season
Gettin' texts to my phone
'bout the newest season
If you stay out my, it won't be no grievin'
I can't even roll up, I'm too damn sleep
A bitch won't do nothin' for
You but just be needy
Lamb chops, well done, when I wanna feed me
Twelve hours goin' south
Let's see what we do
I know dawg too loose, look at how he move
You wouldn't understand what the
Money make 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 Wock' inside a Fanta
And it changed my mood
Tied in so deep, know this shit for real
You lay a finger on my head
You gon' get killed
It broke my heart when I
Seen how she really feel
A nigga try some' stupid
I'm back in that field
So deep, know that shit for real
Tell 'em Meech, it's another
One, and another one, and another one
Twenty two, twenty two
I'm still serious nigga meech
This shit so real, I really cannot make it up
These blue hunnid's so sticky
I can't break 'em up
I gave her back, mind better
She ain't make the cut
Niggas say they on that road
Well you don't make enough what you do
And how you do it? Boy how you eatin'?
They out of town doin' features
Boy I'm out there keyin'
Big chop', not the Drac'
But she still a demon
Yeah I see yo' nipples pierced
You should let me see 'em
This shit so good
Really it could sell it's self
This a fifty on this glizzy
I'll make it melt
Bitches jump from dick to dick
Tryna find some help
Nah stay on yo' side, I don't need no help
If I keep gettin' bricks, I'ma sign myself
I put a deuce in the twenty
That explain it's self
Nigga want me on his song, boy hang yo' self
You need to help your dawg out
He ain't doin' 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 yo' head
But you ain't worth no seal
Bitch ask what's wrong with me
And I blame the pills
I'ma go up two oh, no we can't get even
Have gang come and get you
Boy give me a reason
Ridin' 'round with a chopper
Like it's huntin' season
Gettin' texts to my phone
'bout the newest season
If you stay out my, it won't be no grievin'
I can't even roll up, I'm too damn sleep
A bitch won't do nothin' for
You but just be needy
Lamb chops, well done, when I wanna feed me
Twelve hours goin' south
Let's see what we do
I know dawg too loose, look at how he move
You wouldn't understand what the
Money make 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 Wock' inside a Fanta
And it changed my mood
Tied in so deep, know this shit for real
You lay a finger on my head
You gon' get killed
It broke my heart when I
Seen how she really feel
A nigga try some' stupid
I'm back in that field
So deep, know that shit for real
Tell 'em Meech, it's another
One, and another one, and another one
Twenty two, twenty two
I'm still serious nigga meech