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Baby Smoove

"Sixty (Melo)"

[Chorus]
b*tch, I got it my own, ain't nobody do it for me
I might’ve slowed down but I ain't stopping with the lean
b*tch, you irritating, get your number off my screen
Came up off theft, I ain't never served a fiend
n*ggas making petty thousands tryna up it like it’s cheese
I can't [?] it with these n*ggas, that ain't doing sh*t for me
And I mean it when I say it, ain't no n*gga f*ckin' with me
Feel like Melo in his prime, I might get a n*gga sixty
At the set off cookie, they can smell me in the city
It's a bail to get high, you can't afford my addiction
My mama told me stay up out them streets, I ain't listen
Turn a n*gga block to Iraq in one minute

[Verse 1]
Hell nah, we ain’t the same, I put pressure on these n*ggas
Hell nah, this ain’t a game, they'll do the extra ’bout a n*gga
Hell yeah, when I'm rich I'ma act a little different
Send a picture of you, it's a week before you missing
I can’t fold nor break, you won't [?] nor [?]
And your b*tch write my songs tryna make that lil face
You better keep her close before I take your lil place
I got used to these risks, when I work I feel safe
I cannot f*ck with you lazy ass n*ggas
I will never love these trifling ass b*tches
[?] talk, the snitches get stitches
So why in the f*ck is y'all hanging with these n*ggas?
You n*ggas just around me, you ain't never made a difference
I ain't really with that broke sh*t, it's a sickness
I'm really in my Goyard, n*gga, you the witness
If you can't take the heat get the f*ck up out the kitchen

[Chorus]
b*tch, I got it my own, ain't nobody do it for me
I might've slowed down but I ain't stopping with the lean
b*tch, you irritating, get your number off my screen
Came up off theft, I ain't never served a fiend
n*ggas making petty thousands tryna up it like it's cheese
I can't [?] it with these n*ggas, that ain't doing sh*t for me
And I mean it when I say it, ain't no n*gga f*ckin' with me
Feel like Melo in his prime, I might get a n*gga sixty
At the set off cookie, they can smell me in the city
It's a bail to get high, you can't afford my addiction
My mama told me stay up out them streets, I ain't listen
Turn a n*gga block to Iraq in one minute

[Verse 2]
Been at wars with these labels but I'm staying independent
If you owe a n*gga cheese, pay it off or it's interest
Brodie fell asleep off the juice, he a victim
[?], sh*t, I might [?] with him
Where the percocets? sh*t, I think I want me one
I just bought a eight and put [?] inside my cup
I was making plays, you was playing with a sl*t
She gon' throw it at me, you couldn't eat her if she drunk
These n*ggas want verses, I don't really give a f*ck
Off juice last night, up early for the [?]
I might buy a Vette and go pick two b*tches up
If you think you f*cking with me then you smoking [?]

[Chorus]
b*tch, I got it my own, ain't nobody do it for me
I might've slowed down but I ain't stopping with this lean
b*tch, you irritating, get your number off my screen
Came up off theft, I ain't never served a
n*ggas making petty thousands tryna up it like it's cheese
I can't [?] it with you, that ain't doing sh*t for me
And I mean it when I, ain't no n*gga f*ckin' with me
Feel like, in his, I might give a n*gga sixty
At the, off cookie, they can smell me in the city

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