Smooth Operator
Most of these niggas is too fake
I aint even see a nigga one day
Mr KB do a one take
Mr I'ont make no mistakes
Mr uh Perfect on the first date
Mr uh fuckin on the first date
Mr uh met her on her birthday
Fucked her on her birthday, didn't buy nothing for birthday
Hustle hard make money that's all I gone say
Everybody say say I was sippin deu-ces
All day, nah I was sippin on some 4's baby
Fucking bad hoes crazy, KB is a ladies man
Imma a smooth oper-muthfuckin-rator
Imma a smooth oper-muthfuckin-rator
When comes to these hoes hustle hard stackin paper
Boy Im a smooth operator
I been out here for a long time
On a long grind make em respect your mind what I tell em one time
One time they be after me, I'll blow his mind
A catastrophe
Ill shoot dead at a cracker I don't see you crackers
A-B-C a cracker Ill even shoot you crackers
I don't give a fuck about the C-I-A
Real uh nigga don't "plee-I-ay"
I just hustle all day don't worry about mine
I be like "mama respect my grind"
Imma uh man I be worried bout me
And now I know you be worried about me
Im your baby boy your baby boy became a man in the game
Hustle sand make his change, I been doing what my thing
I don't give a fuck about nan nigga hatin
Cuz I been out here with the Lord chasin paper
Got the Lord on my side, yea he walk wit me
I ain't even finna scream when he talk to me
I just sit there bein quiet pay attention
And Ill listen uh watch my opposition
I be really on my pimpin screaming
"Paper in my pocket" boy I got it that oblo
I aint trippin nigga I don't speak no hablo
English when they want to talk to me about some shit
That they think that I know, I don't tell them crackers shit
I just keep my mouth closed, where my lawyer at quick?
Look around yall aint see my lawyer uh for shit
Like the crackers said you don't want to help your ass out
I said uh where my lawyer, he can get my ass out
Money get my ass out, mama bond my ass out, put up what, the whole house
I say that's what that shit bout Imma real OG
Soon as she did that GOT TO MOVING THEM KEYS!
Mama Imma get that money right back
She like calm yo ass down I gotta make them uh stacks
I gotta come they aint lookin for your son right now
They ain't thinkin I that Im out here makin' $mon$ right now
I'm on the run like wow
And I'm still out here makin' money like wow
Imma make a move Imma fuckin move the crowd
Guess Imma MC watch me fuckin move the crowd
Like uh... like uh... like uh
MC watch me fuckin move the crowd
I aint even see a nigga one day
Mr KB do a one take
Mr I'ont make no mistakes
Mr uh Perfect on the first date
Mr uh fuckin on the first date
Mr uh met her on her birthday
Fucked her on her birthday, didn't buy nothing for birthday
Hustle hard make money that's all I gone say
Everybody say say I was sippin deu-ces
All day, nah I was sippin on some 4's baby
Fucking bad hoes crazy, KB is a ladies man
Imma a smooth oper-muthfuckin-rator
Imma a smooth oper-muthfuckin-rator
When comes to these hoes hustle hard stackin paper
Boy Im a smooth operator
I been out here for a long time
On a long grind make em respect your mind what I tell em one time
One time they be after me, I'll blow his mind
A catastrophe
Ill shoot dead at a cracker I don't see you crackers
A-B-C a cracker Ill even shoot you crackers
I don't give a fuck about the C-I-A
Real uh nigga don't "plee-I-ay"
I just hustle all day don't worry about mine
I be like "mama respect my grind"
Imma uh man I be worried bout me
And now I know you be worried about me
Im your baby boy your baby boy became a man in the game
Hustle sand make his change, I been doing what my thing
I don't give a fuck about nan nigga hatin
Cuz I been out here with the Lord chasin paper
Got the Lord on my side, yea he walk wit me
I ain't even finna scream when he talk to me
I just sit there bein quiet pay attention
And Ill listen uh watch my opposition
I be really on my pimpin screaming
"Paper in my pocket" boy I got it that oblo
I aint trippin nigga I don't speak no hablo
English when they want to talk to me about some shit
That they think that I know, I don't tell them crackers shit
I just keep my mouth closed, where my lawyer at quick?
Look around yall aint see my lawyer uh for shit
Like the crackers said you don't want to help your ass out
I said uh where my lawyer, he can get my ass out
Money get my ass out, mama bond my ass out, put up what, the whole house
I say that's what that shit bout Imma real OG
Soon as she did that GOT TO MOVING THEM KEYS!
Mama Imma get that money right back
She like calm yo ass down I gotta make them uh stacks
I gotta come they aint lookin for your son right now
They ain't thinkin I that Im out here makin' $mon$ right now
I'm on the run like wow
And I'm still out here makin' money like wow
Imma make a move Imma fuckin move the crowd
Guess Imma MC watch me fuckin move the crowd
Like uh... like uh... like uh
MC watch me fuckin move the crowd
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Writer(s): R'keeneo Andrews
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