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baby smoove - attitude lyrics
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[intro]
you ain’t know tye made this beat? let me put you on
give me attitude, my lil’ b_tch say i’m rude (he dead)
we gon’ put him on the news
jimmy choo, with some cookie in her too
winner circle, man sh_t, a n_gga feel like—
[chorus]
perc’ give me attitude, my lil’ b_tch say i’m rude
if a n_gga want some fame, we gon’ put him on the news
i smell like jimmy choo, with some cookie in her too
winner circle, man sh_t, a n_gga feel like pooh
my n_gga got some new sauce, but i’m stayin’ in the booth
i got it tatted on mе, so i’m stayin’ in the crew
heard you likе news, i’m gon’ pull up with the tunes
my n_ggas droppin’ lines, ain’t f_ckin’ with the booze, ayy
[verse]
i got a baby bottle with some real red
f_ckin’ with that b_tch, she gave me real head
if i tell the lil’ sh_t to you, don’t speak on what we said
mind yo’ business lil’ homie, we don’t shoot legs
i’m ballin’ with my brother, y’all can’t make bands
he probably stole some’ from me, and y’all shakin’ hands
been playin’ the game with the k, hold it with both hands
i was raised along these choppers, don’t fear no man
if she wanna be my b_tch then she get broke in
my dawg still movin’ bow’s, but all my n_ggas scam
i thought dawg wanted smoke, but i know his hand
if i pull up with this glock, i bet it don’t jam
if i swing this ‘wood, n_gga it’s to my left hand
won’t put no money on yo’ head, i give it to my mans
that n_gga purpin’ for the net, he just make ends
once you f_ck another n_gga, we got no chance
[chorus]
perc’ give me attitude, my lil’ b_tch say i’m rude
if a n_gga want some fame, we gon’ put him on the news
i smell like jimmy choo, with some cookie in her too
winner circle, man sh_t, a n_gga feel like pooh
my n_gga got some new sauce, but i’m stayin’ in the booth
i got it tatted on me, so i’m stayin’ in the crew
heard you like news, i’m gon’ pull up with the tunes
my n_ggas droppin’ lines, ain’t f_ckin’ with the booze, ayy
[outro]
she gave me real head
we sippin’ real red
if i tell the lil’ sh_t to you, don’t speak on what we said
mind yo’ business lil’ homie, we don’t shoot legs
with my brother, y’all can’t make bands
i bet y’all shakin’ hands
i don’t fear no man
i bet it don’t jam
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