Baby Smoove - Prada Me Lyrics

Lyrics Prada Me - Baby Smoove



Bitch, I'm Franchise, the basketballer who they gotta see
I can't take my old bitch back until she says she proud of me
I ain't never moving from my city, nigga, I'm too deep in the streets
Nigga, you a crash dummy, I don't care when you slide
Ain't no masks needed, we want credit this time
I can't even lie, it fuck me up, you still alive
I'd pay like 20k just to find out where y'all hide
Don't let us catch you with your pants down, all amiri on my pants now
I know you ain't mean to crash, but you was driving with your head down
Nigga, it's a switch on all our choppers and they hundred rounds
I'ma keep that shit a hundred, nigga, even when we walking down
I just left revive, my white girl at Lululemon
That nigga got a foul mouth, I promise we gon' shoot him in it
Everybody was just rich, did y'all save it or y'all spent it?
I promise it's gon' hit my phone when that store get a new shipment
Steak and lamb for my appetite, I'm rich, I ain't actin nice
I promise when I hear the news about you, I'ma drink a pint
I keep rolling, rolling, rolling like I'm Tay-K when he had the bike
I hate her nigga be calling her phone when she spend the night
This 'wood a 3-5, you can't smoke with me
Niggas really fans, they just want a pic with me
This chop go fa-fa-fa, to me, that's A-B-C
I throw up a F and then throw up a C
Mmm-mmm
Mmm-mmm
Mmm-mmm



Writer(s): 0, Cameron Pitts


Baby Smoove - Hardwood Classic
Album Hardwood Classic
date of release
03-12-2020




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