| Nigga smooth like a criminal can’t simmer down
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| Juvenile, 99 2 thou'
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| Know I’m booted down, suited up, 'bout that action
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| Gotta see the number now she giving me dirty looks
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| I make her bounce up and down on the tip-tip toes
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| Drop it like it’s hot don’t let the cake get cold
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| I just wanna chill without the Netflix on
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| Say this kinda feeling like her favorite song
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| Watch as I progress, fuck 'em if they hating thought I get that off my chest
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| I’m thinking nun less, 6 hundred on a Benz you know I like to flex
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| Walkin' 'round that 6% I think I’m next
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| Full control of what I own and I want nothing less
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| Just run my check, you know what’s next, I’m in that body
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| Leaning loaded, I’m like a wake up in Cavali
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| Humble wave, I’m hella choppy I’m just in
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| With a beauty who call me Pappi can you c- copy
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| I been living like a Miyagi, like I knew karate
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| Went to chopping I had to stretch 'em like I knew pilates
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| I enjoy it it’s like a hobby that’s on God buddy
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| I’m hard headed the whip doing some cosmetic
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| Angelic, finding piece in this pandemic
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| Still jammin', no intention of doing damage
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| Nigga smooth like a criminal can’t simmer down
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| Juvenile, 99 2 thou'
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| Know I’m booted down, suited up, 'bout that action
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| Gotta see the number now she giving me dirty looks
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| I make her bounce up and down on the tip-tip toes
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| Drop it like it’s hot don’t let the cake get cold
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| I just wanna chill without the Netflix on
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| Say this kinda feeling like her favorite song
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| The motion’s running high I can’t control it
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| I can’t get this chip up off my shoulder
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| Half of that lil 39
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| Teasing on her body now she old
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| Let me 50 Cent I make her touch her toes
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| Got her screaming «aye» like it’s the honor roll
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| Never told never fold I can’t honor those
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| In a zone real deep talking baritone
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| Miss me with that fake and you may carry on
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| Mixing Titos with
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| Thug life, smoking pressure to keep my lungs right
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| Riding reckless on a motorbikes you over-hype
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| Dime of the dozen, ay it’s on sight when I’m in public
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| Never want no smoke 'cause I might pop up at your function
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| Grease you with a turkey just to pop you when you
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| Nigga smooth like a criminal can’t simmer down
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| Juvenile, 99 2 thou'
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| Know I’m booted down, suited up, 'bout that action
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| Gotta see the number now she giving me dirty looks
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| I make her bounce up and down on the tip-tip toes
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| Drop it like it’s hot don’t let the cake get cold
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| I just wanna chill without the Netflix on
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| Say this kinda feeling like her favorite song |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Smooth Criminal , by - Ace Hood. Song from the album Self Preservation, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп