I Love You Smooky

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Soulja Boy - Rap, USA

I Love You Smooky

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[Intro] Yo Yo I told you, I told you I'mma call you back What? What are you doing? Yeah, I'm on SODMG.com right now—I'm gonna hit you back Okay [Chorus] She call my phone, I'm like, "Hello." She like, "I love you, Smooky." She like, "I love you, Smooky." She said, "I love you, Smooky." That right? "I love you, Smooky." She said, "I love you, Smooky." Say what? "I love you, Smooky." She call my phone, I'm like, "Hello." She like, "I love you, Smooky." She said, "I love you, Smooky." That's right. Say what? "I love you, Smooky." That right—she said, "I love you, Smooky." O.K., she said, "I love you, Smooky." Say what? She said, "I love you, Smooky." [Verse 1] I pick my phone up, I'm like, "What's up?" She like, "I love you, Smooky." Say what? She said, "I love you, Smooky." That right—she like, "I love you, Smooky." Say what? That right—"I love you, Smooky." She said, "I love you, Smooky." That right—"I love you, Smooky." Sitting on the phone with a bad-ass bitch All I hear is, "Smook Dog, come give me this dick." (Smooky!) Smook this, Smook that—all up in her mouth I'm all up in her house, sleeping on her couch Eating up all her food—man, this Smook Dog's crib Show this bitch how I live—S.O.D. until I R.I.P Five on my chain, I done made that pussy sweat, drip Soulja Tell 'Em took a trip—all off in Brazil I'm so iced out, and bitch, you know my name: Smook Dog, Smook Dog—done Smook flame Pull up in the red Bentley, bitches like, "Damn!" Where the Smook Dog going? 150 miles (Yessir!) Soulja Tell 'Em, yeah, I done killed the whole game Changed up my game and brought that fuckin' pain A.K., Glock 9—aimed dead at your chain Tie you up like shoe strings Then pull off in my Range [Verse 2] Smook Dog, Smook Dog—all up in my ear I'm on my cellphone with a bad-ass bitch She gonna give me head 'cause I'm done Smook Dog With the Godfather grill, make the pussy drop drawers [Chorus] She call my phone, I'm like, "Hello." She like, "I love you, Smooky." She like, "I love you, Smooky." She said, "I love you, Smooky." That right? "I love you, Smooky." She said, "I love you, Smooky." Say what? "I love you, Smooky." She call my phone, I'm like, "Hello." She like, "I love you, Smooky." She said, "I love you, Smooky." That's right. Say what? "I love you, Smooky." That right—she said, "I love you, Smooky." O.K., she said, "I love you, Smooky." Say what? She said, "I love you, Smooky." [Bridge] I pick my phone up, I'm like, "What's up?" She like, "I love you, Smooky." Say what? She said, "I love you, Smooky." That right—she like, "I love you, Smooky." Say what? That right—"I love you, Smooky." She said, "I love you, Smooky." That right—"I love you, Smooky." [Verse 3] She said, "I love you, Smooky." You can fuck me all day in the jacuzzi You can have the keys to my house You can fuck me all night I will do whatever you want because you done Smooky I said, "Damn, it sounds like a plan." Done Smook Dog spinning round like a ceiling fan All this money in my hand, and all these tats up on my wrist I'm like, "Goddamn, done Smook Dog—he the shit!" I'm in her house (I'm at her house!) Fucking on hard (Fucking on hard!) Eating up all her shit Up in her garage Starting up all her whips, taking 'em for a drive (Smook! Smook! Smook!) Done Smook Dog—why would I lie?

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