Baby Smoove - Losing My Mind, Pt.2 lyrics
[Baby Smoove - Losing My Mind, Pt.2 lyrics]
Yessir
Let me take a sip of that magic potion
MJ secret stuff (Meech)
I'm 'Vette shoppin'
You back seat hoppin'
You be talkin' like a bitch, you look gay
You need to stop it
Pop a nigga up, right hand
He won't survive it i know you feel sick
Everywhere I'm the topic
I'll never fuck again
You ain't even my last option
You ain't wanna see me big
You gon' hate what I accomplish
All my niggas, they'll kill you
Fuck I look like boxin'?
You know what's going on if
He play he a Swanson
These guns ain't for show
You'll really get shot
Get the drop so quick
We done found out his block
Nigga, you ain't come home
So the house caught the shots
I'ma say that shit again
Play with us and get dropped
I was wastin' time with
These nothing ass bitches
I had a couple who was used
To being with some broke niggas
Your nigga, he a slab
See that's a go figure
You was just in my bed
Now he on a post with you
But I'd be lame if I upload you, on my kids
I should've left you on read
When you wanted my attention
We was really cool
I thought I knew what you was feelin'
No cap
You the reason why I don't trust bitches
I'm up, dawg, shit
I can't be in my feelings
How I'm rich without you
It don't make me no difference
I'm in Off White
This Revive newest shipment
Mitch pulled out my size 'cause
He know I'ma get it
Came up on my own, I ain't had no big homie
I ain't had no cosign
So you can't lil' bro me
My bitch is Italian, she look like a trophy
I think she Chaldean
Her people might know me
Mother's Day, she got a car
Not no flowers and cards my chain been done
Just been out buyin' cars
Walkin' up with my Ruger
I was high off of bars
He broke in my shit, he got shot in his yard
My next house gon' be built with
A lake in the back you kick in this door
You get shot in your neck
Catch somethin' from this K and
He ain't comin' back
My car SRT and her head in my lap
I'm too fuckin hard, bruh (Go)
This shit don't make no sense, bruh
I'm still serious (Man) still flawless
Still I'm still the fuckin' GOAT (All that)
The biggest GOAT (Slab) i started this shit
Come copy me again all we smoke is wind
(Meech) it's like seven in the mornin'
I'm recordin' in one of these
Rooms in my house i forgot which one
The biggest
Let me take a sip of that magic potion
MJ secret stuff (Meech)
I'm 'Vette shoppin'
You back seat hoppin'
You be talkin' like a bitch, you look gay
You need to stop it
Pop a nigga up, right hand
He won't survive it i know you feel sick
Everywhere I'm the topic
I'll never fuck again
You ain't even my last option
You ain't wanna see me big
You gon' hate what I accomplish
All my niggas, they'll kill you
Fuck I look like boxin'?
You know what's going on if
He play he a Swanson
These guns ain't for show
You'll really get shot
Get the drop so quick
We done found out his block
Nigga, you ain't come home
So the house caught the shots
I'ma say that shit again
Play with us and get dropped
I was wastin' time with
These nothing ass bitches
I had a couple who was used
To being with some broke niggas
Your nigga, he a slab
See that's a go figure
You was just in my bed
Now he on a post with you
But I'd be lame if I upload you, on my kids
I should've left you on read
When you wanted my attention
We was really cool
I thought I knew what you was feelin'
No cap
You the reason why I don't trust bitches
I'm up, dawg, shit
I can't be in my feelings
How I'm rich without you
It don't make me no difference
I'm in Off White
This Revive newest shipment
Mitch pulled out my size 'cause
He know I'ma get it
Came up on my own, I ain't had no big homie
I ain't had no cosign
So you can't lil' bro me
My bitch is Italian, she look like a trophy
I think she Chaldean
Her people might know me
Mother's Day, she got a car
Not no flowers and cards my chain been done
Just been out buyin' cars
Walkin' up with my Ruger
I was high off of bars
He broke in my shit, he got shot in his yard
My next house gon' be built with
A lake in the back you kick in this door
You get shot in your neck
Catch somethin' from this K and
He ain't comin' back
My car SRT and her head in my lap
I'm too fuckin hard, bruh (Go)
This shit don't make no sense, bruh
I'm still serious (Man) still flawless
Still I'm still the fuckin' GOAT (All that)
The biggest GOAT (Slab) i started this shit
Come copy me again all we smoke is wind
(Meech) it's like seven in the mornin'
I'm recordin' in one of these
Rooms in my house i forgot which one
The biggest