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Risk It All Pt. 2
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Baby Smoove
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How it feel, man nobody got my back forreal I'm out juggin, I ain't think about no food I'm out juggin, I ain't think about no food Michigan Meech I'm done with my b*t*hes, man I swear they all dumb I need a new roster from the bottom on up I think I'm boutta spend 100 on a Benz truck Right now I'm in Amiri's with my FN tucked New flavors in the air, I can't wait till they touch I'm rich as hell lil b*t*h, I don't really care to f**k No whip ass n***a but he went and got some bucks It sound like a Hellcat but the motor in the trunk Wrap him up like a hog then throw him in the trunk My n***a in the fed's now sleepin on the top bunk Why you lyin to ya b*t*h, you know you the top punk We got automatic sh*t, it be three shots at once Yeah BLM cool, but let a n***a play dumb You can be black, white, or blue, I bet you still get slumped You even got a hunnid guns but you'll still get jumped Got a fridge full of pints and I can't sell one We be aimin at the head You can't even roll over in that lil ass bed Real [?] sh*t stacked, lil boy money spread I'm only here for the head, yo legs ain't gotta spread Them 5-7 bullets came and hit him just like Ed I can go in the safe, like who ain't got read I was in middle school, gun right in my bag Chrome 2-5 with tape, it woulda got on yo ass I eat gourmet meal's, I'm a king and a boss n***as don't serve sh*t, all them dope stories talk We could put a n***a on or we could knock a n***a off If I feel like it's worth it, then yo life is the cost n***as talk like hoes, they be thinkin that it's cool They'll kill yo girl and yo mama, if you touch Baby Smoove This exotic so strong, I'm the highest in the room I got unlimited drank, I could drink a raw deuce sh*t my neighbors engineers and some doctors too They don't know what I be on, sh*t we got doctors too I was really in the field, it ain't hard to get proof You a lame ass n***a so it's hard to get juice Lil n***a yo apartment ain't the size of my garage We got all typa guns, n***a just for homicide How you n***as pushin thirty and you still need a ride I'm really 23 with a four car garage Yeah that n***a stood over to make sure he ain't alive I still remember the day she left out, the day my sister died My momma said she was sleep, so I tought she would arrive But I knew it wasn't right off the that way she cried They gon send it to my phone before it's out [?] Man these n***as out here they just cap all the time I got like thirty shots that gon come out my nine Boy what you gon do when they come at you flyin
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