Video Tyler Perry de Baby Smoove 2025 Hip Hop Lyrics

Baby Smoove - Tyler Perry Lyrics

9 s Tyler Perry Lyrics[Intro]
Forever flawless
Forever perfect
Forever franchise, franchise forever (Scary)

[Chorus]
"Baby, let’s get married," I love lean so much it’s scary
I put my niggas on them plays, I feel like I’m Tyler Perry
Don’t call on my phone on when I talk, I think they listening through Siri
This shit ain’t nun’, check my closet ‘bout a hunnid pairs Amiri’s
In my backyard it be boats, eighteen hunnid for my coats
Doing fifty in my red, I’m so high, think I’m float
I know them niggas broke and poor, I look at ‘em like some drugs
I do codeine, not no coke
Wide body, it’s a boat

[Verse 1]
My nigga Omar wouldn't even fuck with y’all, don’t put that shit on O
I know I’m a mob boss, I’m thе teacher, I’m the popе
I know niggas really pimpin’, you probably got like one ho'
I got like twenty K inside, you can’t afford my wardrobe
I’m like why’d you give yo' love away? That shit be sentimental
I wish a ho would try to play wit' me, I hit her friend and sister
I got two white girls havin’ fun wit’ me I’m Malcom In The Middle
She gon’ call me Baby Bottle, ain’t no liquor that I’m sippin’
She can’t wait ‘til we get home, she gon' undo my ‘lil zipper
She can’t wait ‘til we get home, in her stomach hittin’ liver
I got rich snipers wit’ me, get to blowin’ bet we hit you
I got marble everything, and heated floors in my kitchen
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I'm like, "Baby, let’s get married," I love lean so much it’s scary
I put niggas on them plays, I feel like I’m Tyler Perry
I cut my phone off when I talk, I think they listening through Siri
This shit ain’t nun’, check my closet ‘bout a hunnid pair of Amiri’s
In my backyard it be boats, eighteen hunnid for my coats
Doing fifty in my red, I’m so high, think I’m float
I know them niggas broke and poor, I look at ‘em like some jokes
I do codeine, not no coke
Wide body, it’s a boat

[Verse 2]
Been that shit, don’t go make Tris
She got no bra, I see her nipple
We take the Trackhawk out to run
I want ‘em dead, that mean to spill
How many pints? It cost a Bentley
I’m gon’ squeeze it ‘til it’s empty
It’s like one-fifty in my bag, but in my pocket it’s a ten piece
I dare them bitches hit they lights, they gon’ have to come and get me
I’d prolly take my bitch to Hutch, she’a never get no Tiffany’s
I’ma drink until I’m old, it’s gon’ be lean all in my kidney
I heard that nigga bold, but niggas still fuck wit’ ‘em, that shit be iffy

[Chorus]
Baby, let’s get married, I love lean so much it’s scary
I put niggas on them plays, I feel like I’m Tyler Perry
I cut my phone off when I talk, I think they listening through Siri
This shit ain’t nun’, check my closet ‘bout a hunnid pair of Amiri’s
In my backyard it be boats, eighteen hunnid for my coats
Doing fifty in my red, I’m so high, think I’m float
I know them niggas broke and poor, I look at ‘em like some jokes
I do codeine, not no coke
Wide body, it’s a boat
[Outro]
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