Baby Smoove - Palm Angels lyrics
[Baby Smoove - Palm Angels lyrics]
I'm in Dior, not Versace, I don't like it
I don't like that shit tsh, yeah (Fa)
Goat activity, goat translation (Fa)
Franchise player (Meech) yeah (yeah)
I'm in Dior, not Versace, I don't like it
Too much bitch in your blood
you can't fight it niggas hoes
they don't live what they typing
If it's a hundred K or more, I'm excited
Why would I give a fuck what
You feel or how you thinking?
I said it, I mean it, you broke
We ain't linking
Upper class when I'm seated
This car fully loaded
The simple in the seater
Ayy, I don't live with regrets, if you left
Then it's best (Gone)
These VVS's, they'll pass every test
SRT truck, shit, it ride like a jet
We ain't even make it home
She just sitting there wet
You look at me and see a check
I got dog shit in my Palm Angels sweats
Everybody know I'm next
Niggas ain't help me
So they got they ass left
When me and gang get hungry, shit
We go and eat the best
Hard times came, shit, I took it like a champ
Where the fuck was you when
The wall was my back?
That bitch hurt my feelings
So I put her in a rap
Now a nigga really up and
I'll never take her back
I got a model, pink toe
Now she blow my whole sack
It's a thousand on my drawers
You take your Nike Tech back
I got a bin you can use
I promise you'll make a Scat
Everything that I claim, shit
I got it on attack
Stopped answering her calls 'cause
She got too attached
Know it's a thousand for this Goose
And three hundred for the hat
You a lame to me, nigga
So your ass getting taxed
Couple shots and he hit
He couldn't even shoot back
A lil' money and some clout, nigga
You'll sell your soul
I got money and clout
Ain't nobody put me on
Bought a hundred pack from Meech 'cause
I pulled a hundred phones
Heated seats in the back
You be riding around cold
Nigga, I collect cars, nigga
You collect Foams
You hit the road with some cards
Make sure you make it home
I'm in Dior, not Versace, I don't like it
(Wow) too much bitch in your blood
You can't fight it (Wow)
Niggas hoes
They don't live what they typing (Wow)
If it's a hundred K or more, I'm excited
Why would I give a fuck what
You feel or how you thinking?
I said it, I mean it, you broke
We ain't linking
Upper class when I'm seated
This car fully loaded
The simple in the seater
Ayy, I don't live with regrets, if you left
Then it's best (Gone)
These VVS's, they'll pass every test
SRT truck, shit, it ride like a jet (Skrrt)
We ain't even make it home
She just sitting there wet
You look at me and see a check
I got dog shit in my Palm Angels sweats
Everybody know I'm next
(Meech) tsh, I got dog shit in my
Yeah simple on the seater
I don't like that shit tsh, yeah (Fa)
Goat activity, goat translation (Fa)
Franchise player (Meech) yeah (yeah)
I'm in Dior, not Versace, I don't like it
Too much bitch in your blood
you can't fight it niggas hoes
they don't live what they typing
If it's a hundred K or more, I'm excited
Why would I give a fuck what
You feel or how you thinking?
I said it, I mean it, you broke
We ain't linking
Upper class when I'm seated
This car fully loaded
The simple in the seater
Ayy, I don't live with regrets, if you left
Then it's best (Gone)
These VVS's, they'll pass every test
SRT truck, shit, it ride like a jet
We ain't even make it home
She just sitting there wet
You look at me and see a check
I got dog shit in my Palm Angels sweats
Everybody know I'm next
Niggas ain't help me
So they got they ass left
When me and gang get hungry, shit
We go and eat the best
Hard times came, shit, I took it like a champ
Where the fuck was you when
The wall was my back?
That bitch hurt my feelings
So I put her in a rap
Now a nigga really up and
I'll never take her back
I got a model, pink toe
Now she blow my whole sack
It's a thousand on my drawers
You take your Nike Tech back
I got a bin you can use
I promise you'll make a Scat
Everything that I claim, shit
I got it on attack
Stopped answering her calls 'cause
She got too attached
Know it's a thousand for this Goose
And three hundred for the hat
You a lame to me, nigga
So your ass getting taxed
Couple shots and he hit
He couldn't even shoot back
A lil' money and some clout, nigga
You'll sell your soul
I got money and clout
Ain't nobody put me on
Bought a hundred pack from Meech 'cause
I pulled a hundred phones
Heated seats in the back
You be riding around cold
Nigga, I collect cars, nigga
You collect Foams
You hit the road with some cards
Make sure you make it home
I'm in Dior, not Versace, I don't like it
(Wow) too much bitch in your blood
You can't fight it (Wow)
Niggas hoes
They don't live what they typing (Wow)
If it's a hundred K or more, I'm excited
Why would I give a fuck what
You feel or how you thinking?
I said it, I mean it, you broke
We ain't linking
Upper class when I'm seated
This car fully loaded
The simple in the seater
Ayy, I don't live with regrets, if you left
Then it's best (Gone)
These VVS's, they'll pass every test
SRT truck, shit, it ride like a jet (Skrrt)
We ain't even make it home
She just sitting there wet
You look at me and see a check
I got dog shit in my Palm Angels sweats
Everybody know I'm next
(Meech) tsh, I got dog shit in my
Yeah simple on the seater