FTP

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[Intro] Wooo Wooo Yeah Wooo Yeah Wooo [Chorus] I hit that hoe in the back of the spot Flawless the stones, they sit in my watch These niggas cap, be talking a lot Mashing the gas, swerve out the lot [?] the pot Pouring up red, ain't pouring up snot She wanna' ride in the coupe, I be high Had to lay low cause' my face got too hot I pull up dolo when I'm on the scene Fresh as it gets, number nine jeans Shawty she wasn't on go and I seen That was my cue, I had to leave School of finesse, keep a trick up my sleeve No you cannot get one up on me On 75, I'm going at a high speed Fuck the law, they won't read rights to me [Verse] Spent a twenty ball, yeah it was light to me My name Smook baby, she like it's nice to meet A boss, yeah I paid a price to be On a boat with a vibe tryna' catch me a breeze And they say a young nigga used to skate that block And they say a young nigga tryna' [?] I was waiting my turn, just staring at the clock I be tricking it while I be toting the mop I start [?] while I be blowing exotic I start [?] while I be blowing exotic [Chorus] I hit that hoe in the back of the spot Flawless the stones, they sit in my watch These niggas cap, be talking a lot Mashing the gas, swerve out the lot [?] the pot Pouring up red, ain't pouring up snot She wanna' ride in the coupe, I be high Had to lay low cause' my face got too hot I pull up dolo when I'm on the scene Fresh as it gets, number nine jeans Shawty she wasn't on go and I seen That was my cue, I had to leave School of finesse, keep a trick up my sleeve No you cannot get one up on me On 75, I'm going at a high speed Fuck the law, they won't read rights to me
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- ATL Smook