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Smoove'L
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Lefty Frizzell Sanders
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
YozBeatz
Produzent:in
Gilbert Valenzuela Jr.
Mischtechniker:in
Letras
Yoz, what you tellin' me?
You know, on the floor
Step out in these streets, got these **** big, big, big mad
Hit me a lick and go split with my ****, just so I can show 'em I'm legit
She want her Chanel, when it's time for that bail
I bet you that ho won't give up shit (No she won't)
I was runnin' in CVS's tryna get some blessings
Then I go and cop a 'fit
I got three words, it's gon' either be
"Let's get rich," or "Suck my dick" (Fuck 'em)
Step out in these streets, got these **** big, big, big mad (Big, big, big, big mad)
I don't like how you moving, boy, better get, get, get back (Get, get, get, get, get back)
Ba-da-bing, ba-da-boom, no chit-chit-chit-chat (No words)
Get money, get money, you know I'm all 'bout the racks (You know that I'm with it)
Oh, please don't take me out my mood
And please don't make me tell my **** Shoov
He'll go off (He'll go)
I swear to God he'll prove to you he ain't soft
I ain't with all the kissin', no, no, no
I ain't with all the tellin', no, no, no
I'm fuckin' his bitch, he don't know
To fuck me, you gotta fuck Brycio
I ain't with all the stressin', I'ma get to flexin', I won't two step it, oh
And she go to her **** after we just fucked, he got sloppy seconds, oh
I was down in the streets, turned my heart cold, I ain't used to heat, ah
Put the four on my back, heard she want a rump, you know what I tell her, bye
All the bad in my past, I done been through it
It's so sad how they mad I'm an influence
Get racks, get money, that's what I been doin' (That's what I been doin')
Get racks, get money, you know I get to it
Step out in these streets, got these **** big, big, big mad (Got these **** big, big, big mad)
I don't like how you moving, boy better get, get, get back
Ba-da-bing, ba-da-boom, no chit-chit-chit-chat
Get money, get money, you know I'm all 'bout the racks
(You know that I'm with it, you know that I'm 'bout it)
Oh, please don't take me out my mood
And please don't make me tell my **** Shoov (Get him, hit him)
He'll go off (He'll go off, ****)
I swear to God he'll prove to you he ain't soft, yeah (He ain't soft at all)
I can't stand these hoes
Watch out for my G-Fazos (Watch out)
She want love, but I want O's (I don't want it, I want money)
Stack it up, add it up, run it up, do it
Say it with me
You like how it taste?
Big, big, big mad
This **** ready
That's how you finish this shit
Yoz, what you tellin' me?
Written by: Lefty Frizzell Sanders, Yosief Tafari