Bape Lyrics

Bape - Baby Smoove

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Pourin' juice, wearin' Bape

Money and I'm feelin' out of place

You're the only one to

Meech

I don't really give a fuck about who with me and who ain't

I put my feelings down, ain't no feelings in the bank

I'm thinkin' that it's too soon to ask if she had Chase

Ay, I'm pourin' juice, wearin' Bape

If I can't make no money then I'm feelin' out of place

You was never with me, I was waitin' on you to change

Nigga, if you broke you the only one to blame

Playin' with my money, that'll make me go insane

I'm goin' crazy, I run up Percocets but they can't save me

Niggas say they love me but I got vibes that they shady

I never, ever, ever let you lame bitches play me

Bitches all in my DM with them eyes and them faces

This shit crazy, I just want some head but she naked

These niggas cool with bein' broke, I swear I couldn't take it

Boy, these runs don't stop, ain't no back to the basics

Every time my package hit the air it's gon' make it

I smell like Givenchy off Hibachi, you got Wendy's

I be wantin' the money and it tell me, "Come and get me"

I remember I was down to my last, it was sickenin'

I charge a arm and leg for a verse 'cause I'm gifted

Smilin' ear to ear 'cause I checked and they shipped it

She wanna make some cheese, I tell lil' baby, "Come and get it"

Make a bitch work these cards till her fuckin' nails liftin'

If it's hot I make a knot and I'm scorchin' how I'm livin'

I don't really give a fuck about who with me and who ain't

I put my feelings down, ain't no feelings in the bank

I'm thinkin' that it's too soon to ask if she had Chase

Ay, I'm pourin' juice, wearin' Bape

If I can't make no money then I'm feelin' out of place

You was never with me, I was waitin' on you to change

Nigga, if you broke you the only one to blame

Playin' with my money, that'll make me go insane

It's verse two, you spent a bag on that bitch, that ain't cool

'Cause I bet if you was broke she wouldn't've bought a bag for you

If we break up I don't need that shit for life, bitch, you through

I need a 63 S GLE, bitch, the coupe

You would spend your last thousand 'fore you flip it into two

I can't fuck her off no Perc, she gon' get this shit confused

Everybody want a verse, just 'cause you rap, we ain't cool

I move for that bag, if you ain't got it keep it movin'

You ever listen to that shit they sayin'? They be clueless

Up early gettin' to it, I be up before foolish

You ain't the type to do no fuckin' scams 'cause you stupid

And my nigga whippin' up, he make fours out of deuces

This exotic my cologne but you still smell this Gucci

I ain't even rich yet but my life feel like a movie

My hoes like Dolce & Gabbana and some Louis

You niggas still stressin' over hoes lookin' Goofy

Meech