Moody - Smoove Wit It Lyrics

Don't ask me if we made it
Your eyes closed the whole time
You asking if I'm faded said I'm tweaking
Shit I'm fine
Eyes on the finish line balling like prime time
These niggas wanna hate
They tryna knock me off my shine
Got bands I'm dippin'
No
I ain't got the time
Liver full of liquor I'm outside with my hitters
Test drove the Vette I'm trippin'
Back in the kitchen whippin
Me and my Unc we chillin'
Had to wash some dishes
Free my nigga they trippin'
Paid all my tuition
I'm a smart-ass nigga yeah
That's what it is

Badass bitch she f*ck with me
Her couch full of my kids
She know I rock out it slipped out she put it in
She know I pay to win no I don't pay to trick
I make magic simple
Nah this ain't no trick
Ooh that nigga he slick
This ain't tag but they know he it

Ooh baby know that I'm a rock star
I be poppin' my shit
I want a foreign car
Passenger a foreign bitch
See the roof and see the stars
They know I'm the shit
They know I go hard
On the TV with the stars
I feel like Mike Jack
I don't need no jigger
When I throw she throw it right back
Ooh yeah like that get straight no fight back
Bouncin' up and down she know I like that

Don't ask me if we made it
Your eyes closed the whole time
You asking if I'm faded said I'm tweaking
Shit I'm fine
Eyes on the finish line balling like prime time
These niggas wanna hate
They tryna knock me off my shine
Got bands I'm dippin'
No
I ain't got the time
Liver full of liquor I'm outside with my hitters
Test drove the Vette I'm trippin'
Back in the kitchen whippin
Me and my Unc we chillin'
Had to wash some dishes
Free my nigga they trippin'

She throw them 4s when she see me
Told me her nigga wanna be me
I'm too smooth with it
Pesto chicken with the fettuccine
She wishin' I was hers but lil' baby I ain't no genie
Let's make a movie I'll be Ray J
She do whatever I say
Know when I knock it from the back she race like Tay-K
I met her at Salata
She was draped in Prada
Got her booty from the doctor
The way she give me head could've sworn she was a scholar
The way I'm makin' bread what you want wheat or ciabatta
No nigga can f*ck with me
They know what's up with me
You a little pup to me big dog gon' knock you off Mood

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