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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Smoove'L
Smoove'L
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Luca Fano-Caroti
Luca Fano-Caroti
Composer
Shai Shachar
Shai Shachar
Composer
Anthony Paulino
Anthony Paulino
Composer
Lefty Frizzel Sanders Jr.
Lefty Frizzel Sanders Jr.
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Luca Beats
Luca Beats
Producer
DatboiShai
DatboiShai
Producer
Sucio
Sucio
Producer
Gilbert Valenzuela
Gilbert Valenzuela
Mixing Engineer
Mike Tucci
Mike Tucci
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Shout out DatBoi nigga Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Gang, gang, gang, gang Mmm, she got a body like Nicki, ooh baby Give me the addy then I'm poppin' up Once I get the location Turn left, turn right Mmm, then I'm pullin' off I'm movin' wop, movin' wop I got a drop from a chop She like a nigga who pockets be bigger A vet with the strokes and be making her thicker And do what he want, and do what he want (he do what he want) Yeah, yeah, uh Baby who fuckin' with me, ain't no competitor Shitting on opps, getting this guap, I'm way ahead of them Yeah, yeah, she got a nigga, and I got a bitch, it ain't no tellin' though I'm feeling very elite, niggas know I got the streets I'm married to fashion I'm breaking her back in I'm hearing she got a body like Nicki, she got a body like RiRi But none of that matter if the pussy is wack (okay) If your pussy trash, bitch I'ma spit on your back If it's not wet, on to the next I'm too lit of a nigga, I can't be attached I be stylin', I'm flexin' with racks I got money, I know how to act I'ma go put it up I don't care if I'm rich, if you owe me I want it back I see them crackin' fours, we gon' start a fight We gon' pull up and end the whole litty night Boom, bow, I'ma drop his ass Boom, bow, I got the back I gotta chill where my niggas at, the whole gang eat, I break bread Yeah we be arguin' and shit, but it would not be about a bitch I think she winning 'cause she got no flaws Ain't no competing she badder than all Her hair to her ass, all of that cute shit And not any nigga could get in her drawers (she cute) She my type, she the one I like (she fine) Pull up on me, baby I wanna fuck, I wanna fuck Once I get the location Turn left, turn right Mmm, then I'm pullin' off I'm movin' wop, movin' wop I got a drop from a chop She like a nigga who pockets be bigger A vet with the strokes and be making her thicker And do what he want, and do what he want Yeah, yeah, uh (let's go) Baby who fuckin' with me, ain't no competitor Shitting on opps, getting this guap, I'm way ahead of them Yeah, yeah, she got a nigga, and I got a bitch, it ain't no tellin' though I'm feeling very elite, niggas know I got the streets Uh, I got the streets (whores) Niggas know I'm comin' (fours) Doin' what I pick her for, it's my birthday Pitch I'm power, bitch I'm rich, uh Perfect
Writer(s): Lefty Frizzell Sanders, Shai Shachar, Luca Fano-caroti, Anthony Paulino Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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