CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Smoke Talk
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
I swear to God, I could never let 'em
My ex ask about me, b*t*h, I'm doin' better
I'm drippin' and drownin' up in any weather
They call me Smoove'L, I'm the trendsetter
I shoot to the M, lethal chopper
Don't look for your b*t*h 'cause I got her
Her head game was so trash, made me so mad that a n***a had to stop her, dumb b*t*h
Don't act up (Don't act up), I'ma tell you right now, I'll act up (Bah)
Old boy start movin' wrong then the blood is drawn, b*t*h, I'm blowin' your back up (Bllrt, boom)
N***as say it's on sight, but it's not on sight (What?)
Stupid n***a, you really think we gon' fight (Fight, what?)
Bullets knock through his head, give him noodle legs (Bah)
Pu**y, you just got ate like a Mike and Ike, yum
Amber Rose (What?), I can't lie, I want head from Amber Rose (What?)
Gotta see if that head real, mentally ill, make a young n***a curl his toes (Uh, uh, uh)
And your b*t*h say you stink (Yeah), you need to go wipe your a** before tryna wipe a nose (Word)
I'ma bang on a pipe if you get out your body, I'll show that lil' b*t*h I'm straight out the 4 (Baow)
And I wanna f**k in the Montana
Told her, "Pa** me the phone, I don't do no cameras"
And don't ask me a question I never answer (Ooh)
That b*t*h loyal to you, I don't understand her (No)
I jump on the b*t*h and turn up the heat (Yeah)
N***a give me your plate, I gotta eat (Uh)
But hold up, I'm done, I rocked up the party (Yeah), I'll pa** this b*t*h on, on to NLE, gang (Uh, uh, uh, yeah, yeah)
Pa** her to me, then she better be a freak
Why you take your clothes off, baby girl, get on your knees
I'm f**kin' with models, f**kin' with strippers
Throwin' cash in the club because I'm a tipper
Bend it over, make her a** get bigger
Groupie hoes only takin' pictures
Posin' with this .30, man, a n***a better not move wrong
We doin' what we rappin', and I put that sh*t in every song
When I bust a nut I tell a b*t*h to put her shoes on
Get the f**k up out of my house, a n***a had to move on (Yeah)
I'm poppin' these percs, I'm stuffin' my face
I keep me a lawyer, I'm beatin' the case
I think I won't beat it, I'm doin' the race
I'm runnin' away, far from the Jakes, ayy
Ayy, that Rollie, b*t*h, it's slimed out
That glizzy, yeah, that .9 out
Yeah, that Rollie, b*t*h, it's slimed out
Glizzy got them .9's out (Yeah)
I swear to God, I could never let 'em
My ex ask about me, b*t*h, I'm doin' better
I'm drippin' and drownin' up in any weather
They call me Smoove'L, I'm the trendsetter
I shoot to the M, lethal chopper
Don't look for your b*t*h 'cause I got her
Her head game was so trash, made me so mad
That a n***a had to stop her, dumb b*t*h
I swear to God, I could never let 'em
My ex ask about me, b*t*h, I'm doin' better
I'm drippin' and drownin' up in any weather
They call me Smoove'L, I'm the trendsetter
I shoot to the M, lethal chopper
Don't look for your b*t*h 'cause I got her
Her head game was so trash, made me so mad that a n***a had to stop her, dumb b*t*h
Don't act up (Don't act up), I'ma tell you right now, I'll act up (Bah)
Old boy start movin' wrong then the blood is drawn, b*t*h, I'm blowin' your back up (Bllrt, boom)
N***as say it's on sight, but it's not on sight (What?)
Stupid n***a, you really think we gon' fight (Fight, what?)
Bullets knock through his head, give him noodle legs (Bah)
Pu**y, you just got ate like a Mike and Ike, yum
Amber Rose (What?), I can't lie, I want head from Amber Rose (What?)
Gotta see if that head real, mentally ill, make a young n***a curl his toes (Uh, uh, uh)
And your b*t*h say you stink (Yeah), you need to go wipe your a** before tryna wipe a nose (Word)
I'ma bang on a pipe if you get out your body, I'll show that lil' b*t*h I'm straight out the 4 (Baow)
And I wanna f**k in the Montana
Told her, "Pa** me the phone, I don't do no cameras"
And don't ask me a question I never answer (Ooh)
That b*t*h loyal to you, I don't understand her (No)
I jump on the b*t*h and turn up the heat (Yeah)
N***a give me your plate, I gotta eat (Uh)
But hold up, I'm done, I rocked up the party (Yeah), I'll pa** this b*t*h on, on to NLE, gang (Uh, uh, uh, yeah, yeah)
Pa** her to me, then she better be a freak
Why you take your clothes off, baby girl, get on your knees
I'm f**kin' with models, f**kin' with strippers
Throwin' cash in the club because I'm a tipper
Bend it over, make her a** get bigger
Groupie hoes only takin' pictures
Posin' with this .30, man, a n***a better not move wrong
We doin' what we rappin', and I put that sh*t in every song
When I bust a nut I tell a b*t*h to put her shoes on
Get the f**k up out of my house, a n***a had to move on (Yeah)
I'm poppin' these percs, I'm stuffin' my face
I keep me a lawyer, I'm beatin' the case
I think I won't beat it, I'm doin' the race
I'm runnin' away, far from the Jakes, ayy
Ayy, that Rollie, b*t*h, it's slimed out
That glizzy, yeah, that .9 out
Yeah, that Rollie, b*t*h, it's slimed out
Glizzy got them .9's out (Yeah)
I swear to God, I could never let 'em
My ex ask about me, b*t*h, I'm doin' better
I'm drippin' and drownin' up in any weather
They call me Smoove'L, I'm the trendsetter
I shoot to the M, lethal chopper
Don't look for your b*t*h 'cause I got her
Her head game was so trash, made me so mad
That a n***a had to stop her, dumb b*t*h
