Baby Smoove - Tiny Gun lyrics
[Baby Smoove - Tiny Gun lyrics]
(Rocaine Baby) cannot believe you
Bullshitclaat losin'… cannot believe
I don’t wanna watch some bumbaclaat no more
I put my trust in them
And now we're gonna lose
Bumbaclaat war, hmm? Wanna ramp wit me?
Come on!
Mi say! Mi shot pussyole people fi fun!
What is wrong with this bi
This don't go like THIS baby bro!
Who wanna test me? Come on! Come on!
Don't know uno a bumbaclaat ramp wit?
Uno know me, i am the original Jamaican
Don Dada! You understand?
Jamaican rudeboy! You don’t wanna
Ramp wit bumbaclaat me?
Come! Come on! I murder people for fun!
Murder on a bumbaclaat for fun!
My diamonds got a big difference
Shit our bitches too
Foreign car cost a house
But it ain't come with a pool
I told that lil' bitch surprise mе
Show me what you do
He talkin' tough all on IG
I have 'еm step on you
Four racks, all twentys
He gon' show it like it's cool no cap
I think I'm Tiny rolling with some Avenue
I never scale what's in my wood
I just stuff it 'til it's full
I'ma buy a G Wagon and go
Park that bitch on 7 Mile
I'm comin' flawless grill
But these bitches love it when I smile
I be too alert, I'm shootin' first
You can't take me out i be too alert
I'm like Dirk with his leg out
If I ain't fuck with you back then
We ain't hanging out niggas grown as hell
But look at me with they hand out
Run up on me with your phone
We gon' give you all the clout
I'ma play it like it's real cool
Then we gon' take you out
C4 all on 30s, I'm on drank
We goin' neck and neck
I fell asleep with my Cuban on
And it hurt my neck
You can't afford to sip lean like me
It'll hurt your check
My SRT with a mini Drac'
It'll hurt your vest
I passed niggas and they had co-signs
I don't need no help
30 belts in my closet, now come hang yourself
Niggas really love me, one call
And they shoot like Steph
If niggas had some worth, I swear to God
They'd pawn they self
Christian Dior everything
I even got some of they belts
Hit the corner, AMG
My body be hugging the belt
Man I'm really rich, I swear to God
I be havin' 'em
Mmm, mmm, they shootin' like Steph
Bullshitclaat losin'… cannot believe
I don’t wanna watch some bumbaclaat no more
I put my trust in them
And now we're gonna lose
Bumbaclaat war, hmm? Wanna ramp wit me?
Come on!
Mi say! Mi shot pussyole people fi fun!
What is wrong with this bi
This don't go like THIS baby bro!
Who wanna test me? Come on! Come on!
Don't know uno a bumbaclaat ramp wit?
Uno know me, i am the original Jamaican
Don Dada! You understand?
Jamaican rudeboy! You don’t wanna
Ramp wit bumbaclaat me?
Come! Come on! I murder people for fun!
Murder on a bumbaclaat for fun!
My diamonds got a big difference
Shit our bitches too
Foreign car cost a house
But it ain't come with a pool
I told that lil' bitch surprise mе
Show me what you do
He talkin' tough all on IG
I have 'еm step on you
Four racks, all twentys
He gon' show it like it's cool no cap
I think I'm Tiny rolling with some Avenue
I never scale what's in my wood
I just stuff it 'til it's full
I'ma buy a G Wagon and go
Park that bitch on 7 Mile
I'm comin' flawless grill
But these bitches love it when I smile
I be too alert, I'm shootin' first
You can't take me out i be too alert
I'm like Dirk with his leg out
If I ain't fuck with you back then
We ain't hanging out niggas grown as hell
But look at me with they hand out
Run up on me with your phone
We gon' give you all the clout
I'ma play it like it's real cool
Then we gon' take you out
C4 all on 30s, I'm on drank
We goin' neck and neck
I fell asleep with my Cuban on
And it hurt my neck
You can't afford to sip lean like me
It'll hurt your check
My SRT with a mini Drac'
It'll hurt your vest
I passed niggas and they had co-signs
I don't need no help
30 belts in my closet, now come hang yourself
Niggas really love me, one call
And they shoot like Steph
If niggas had some worth, I swear to God
They'd pawn they self
Christian Dior everything
I even got some of they belts
Hit the corner, AMG
My body be hugging the belt
Man I'm really rich, I swear to God
I be havin' 'em
Mmm, mmm, they shootin' like Steph
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