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Baby Smoove - I'm Still Serious (Official Video) Shot by @JerryPHD
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Baby Smoove
Baby Smoove
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jaelin Parker
Jaelin Parker
Songwriter

Lyrics

Meech Top tier This shit so real, I really cannot make it up These blue hunnid's so sticky, I can't break 'em up I gave her back, mind better, she ain't make the cut Niggas say they on that road, well you don't make enough What you do, and how you do it? Boy, how you eatin'? They out of town doin' features, boy, I'm out there keyin' Big chop', not the Drac', but she still a demon Yeah, I see yo' nipples pierced, you should let me see 'em This shit so good, really it could sell its self This a fifty on this glizzy, I'll make it melt Bitches jump from dick to dick, tryna find some help Nah, stay on yo' side, I don't need no help If I keep gettin' bricks, I'ma sign myself I put a deuce in the twenty, that explain its self Nigga want me on his song, boy, hang yo' self You need to help your dawg out, he ain't doin' too well I done touched everything, like what won't he sell? I done felt all the pain and I still ain't heal Put a pint on yo' head, but you ain't worth no seal She ask what's wrong with me, and I blame the pills I'ma go up two-oh, no we can't get even Have gang come and get you, boy, give me a reason Ridin' 'round with a chopper like it's huntin' season I'm gettin' texts to my phone 'bout the newest season If you stay out my way, it won't be no grievin' I can't even roll up, I'm too damn sleep A bitch won't do nothin' for you but just be needy Lamb chops, well done, when I wanna feed me Twelve hours goin' south, let's see what we do I know dawg too loose, look at how he move You wouldn't understand what the money make me do She wanna cut me off, it's cool 'cause I got a few I look in the mirror and tell myself, "I'm proud of you" My first bag, you ain't have to tell me how to move I don't feel like you a threat so just play it cool Put some Wock' inside a Fanta and it changed my mood Tied in so deep, know this shit for real You lay a finger on my head, you gon' get killed It broke my heart when I seen how she really feel A nigga try some' stupid, I'm back in that field So deep, know that shit for real Tell 'em Meech, it's another one, and another one, and another one Twenty two, twenty two I'm still serious nigga Meech
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