CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Smoove Dude
(Oooh, Sav killed it)
I don't even know what I'm finna say right now
Hmmm, hey
Okay
Hey, yeah, alright
Okay, okay, I'm feelin' this one
Alright
Okay, yeah
Damn, I'm a smoove dude
b*t*h lookin' for me, she can't find me, need Blue's Clues
I'ma f**k you good, then I'ma leave, I gotta shoot moves
Okay, alright
b*t*h tried to play me, I was broke, now I got some money
I ain't picked up my phone in days, they say I'm actin' funny
Got a goal in 27 days, I'm tryna stack 100
You the type that's muggin' in the club, probably mad for nothin'
sh*t, this lil money somethin', I never had nothin'
I just made 87 hundred just last Sunday
This n***a pockets really f**ked up, he got sad money
They got you out here doin' petty crimes, you a crash dummy
You can't really trust these n***as, cause they have 100
Where I come from, every gun hold 30 somethin'
You don't even own you a car, and you 30 somethin'
Glock 27 with a 30, got him hurdle jumpin'
I don't even know what I'm finna say right now
Hmmm, hey
Okay
Hey, yeah, alright
Okay, okay, I'm feelin' this one
Alright
Okay, yeah
Damn, I'm a smoove dude
b*t*h lookin' for me, she can't find me, need Blue's Clues
I'ma f**k you good, then I'ma leave, I gotta shoot moves
Okay, alright
b*t*h tried to play me, I was broke, now I got some money
I ain't picked up my phone in days, they say I'm actin' funny
Got a goal in 27 days, I'm tryna stack 100
You the type that's muggin' in the club, probably mad for nothin'
sh*t, this lil money somethin', I never had nothin'
I just made 87 hundred just last Sunday
This n***a pockets really f**ked up, he got sad money
They got you out here doin' petty crimes, you a crash dummy
You can't really trust these n***as, cause they have 100
Where I come from, every gun hold 30 somethin'
You don't even own you a car, and you 30 somethin'
Glock 27 with a 30, got him hurdle jumpin'
