Baby Smoove - The New Smoove lyrics
[Baby Smoove - The New Smoove lyrics]
What you talkin bout?
No matter how hard you try
You'll never be me
The old Smoove ain't a fuckin burger
Shut the fuck up
I bet a dime that you ain't got a dime
VS make you blind
Send a hit, it's a homicide
I ain't never lie
I got sticks, boy I wish you'd try
Hollow hit yo eye
I'm so rich, you so broke, just like yo hoe
If it's cold, Moncler coats
In Miami on a boat i got pints
No time for yo cup be to light
My bitch a Benz, yo bitch a Ford
I'm what you can't afford
Palm angels, and some dior
You wake up and do my chores is she your's
I just get head when I'm bored
Nigga you a burger showin
Shit that ain't your's
Hoppin in the coupe, makin a hoe open my door
You keep you receipts
Take it back after you wore
I just bought some more Prada's
Don't give a fuck bout no Jordans
Nigga this exotic, it'll have yo ass snorin
Way before I shot a video I was out tourin
I don't measure no more
It don't matter what I'm pourin
You know i'm a founding father
Of this unit we call the franchise
We're franchise players (allstars)
Super stars and- you know what I'm sayin
It's like the top tier class
But what you not
In New York just to shop
Damn that's a cheap watch
Bust that Rollie for a dub
Si's what you got
I can hit em from the corner
Just like X on the dot
Smokin strong Marijuana
Shit my momma call it pot told my momma
I'm a star like Pac but I ain't dyin
Told my momma
I'm a star like Pac but I ain't lyin
Nigga this the ambitions of this
Choppa on my side
Nigga these the ambitions of that
Choppa when it glide
Camped out for some days
Why you ain't never around
You the type to get shot and
Tell 12 the whole 9
I'm the type to see you out and
Spit some fire out my nine
You ain't even worth the bag that
My bitch got on her side
No matter how hard you try
You'll never be me
The old Smoove ain't a fuckin burger
Shut the fuck up
I bet a dime that you ain't got a dime
VS make you blind
Send a hit, it's a homicide
I ain't never lie
I got sticks, boy I wish you'd try
Hollow hit yo eye
I'm so rich, you so broke, just like yo hoe
If it's cold, Moncler coats
In Miami on a boat i got pints
No time for yo cup be to light
My bitch a Benz, yo bitch a Ford
I'm what you can't afford
Palm angels, and some dior
You wake up and do my chores is she your's
I just get head when I'm bored
Nigga you a burger showin
Shit that ain't your's
Hoppin in the coupe, makin a hoe open my door
You keep you receipts
Take it back after you wore
I just bought some more Prada's
Don't give a fuck bout no Jordans
Nigga this exotic, it'll have yo ass snorin
Way before I shot a video I was out tourin
I don't measure no more
It don't matter what I'm pourin
You know i'm a founding father
Of this unit we call the franchise
We're franchise players (allstars)
Super stars and- you know what I'm sayin
It's like the top tier class
But what you not
In New York just to shop
Damn that's a cheap watch
Bust that Rollie for a dub
Si's what you got
I can hit em from the corner
Just like X on the dot
Smokin strong Marijuana
Shit my momma call it pot told my momma
I'm a star like Pac but I ain't dyin
Told my momma
I'm a star like Pac but I ain't lyin
Nigga this the ambitions of this
Choppa on my side
Nigga these the ambitions of that
Choppa when it glide
Camped out for some days
Why you ain't never around
You the type to get shot and
Tell 12 the whole 9
I'm the type to see you out and
Spit some fire out my nine
You ain't even worth the bag that
My bitch got on her side