Lyrics Paul George - Baby Smoove

I put my team on my back like I'm Paul George
You hit my wife I was dying I couldn't call yours
They get the Beatles paid, I get on all fours
Bitch bad looking nigga I don't want yours
Transportation ain't a problem I can get em' to you
You been starting gettin' money miles give em' to you
I ran miles I felt like he was given to me
I was brought into the court and the pain liften on me
She was the best of the bitch and she was given to me
Might as well grab a bag they gonna flip on me
C'mon man I wanna be the big homie
I liked guns since i was a kid now give em to me
I'm on the block by myself bring the news to me
Man I play good they bringin' good to me
I want to build a tent with these niggas that I in it
What you need c'mon man i'll supplie it
Old bitch left cause she couldn't deal with me
But I don't care it's the real that does deals with me
Selfish nigga when I die I take that shit with me
And there no lobster here you wanna eat that ham with me
I need help with m problems that's why its so big
I get the dress cause you don't know shit
You can kick sand hot with a red tint
It's alright Cause you know I don't do bullshit
Meet a man with a Forty trying to make way
It ain't always what you stack but what you make a day
You don't want me in the grass with a whole cow
Man shoot the house with eggshells
You can keep the hood I'm going to a better place
I won't have the grand cloak to show into the better frame
That pound in the truck I'm in a slow lane
Don't take the dirt road if you get a clear pave
Yeah I have a bad skill I'm just praying for some better days
And in the lone I'd be paying for a bigger play
Different bitch on my dick is just a different day
Add some ice with this pop and I fade away
Walk crawl run you can jog to me
You ain't a new problem I already been through it
Yeah I be on the streets I be making music
I can't put it on the beat if I don't really do it