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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Smoove'L
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lefty Frizzel Sanders Jr.
Composer
Leon Lightfoot III
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
King Leeboy
Producer
Gilbert Valenzuela Jr.
Mixing Engineer
Mike Tucci
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
It's 2020, bitch, stay in your bag
It's 2020, stay in your bag, ****
Get in your bag, fuck you waitin' for
Who gonna let stop you?
****, nobody
[Verse 2]
I put it in this bitch, made me nut before one stroke
It's hard to be rich, and then play broke
Baby, give me bikini, and a bottle, and fries, and a sprite
And a side of some deep throat (Give me head, bitch)
Oh, my, oh, my, she fleek, one of a kind, her makeup beat
If you gotta choose between me and someone else, pick them, I'll leave, bye
It's 2020, it's 2020, I end with the bullshit
I ain't with the funny money, I got shooters with me, movin' cautious
And you had a chance with me, too bad you lost it
And I don't need no friendship, no, I won't force it
[Verse 3]
And I'm with them ooda-oodas, gutaboon, gutabow
And I don't wanna pull out, but at the same time, I don't want a child
'Cause, you know how these bitches be, they ain't playin' fair
And they playin' real foul
And I don't got no tolerance, sugar coatin' shit
Bitch, you better pipe down, you better pipe down
[Verse 4]
'Fore I run up your shit
Cock up a fit, and go takin your flick
And I'm in my zone, and you ain't stopping it
It's never no action, it's straight politics
And that was just something to afford a stick
They be throwing something, and tagging his shit
Watch how I pull up with a pole tucked, you son of a bitch
And I'm really on time, and you, you know
And I really be sliding, I ain't giving the media no show
This bad little bitch threw the line in
This dumb ****, he done fell for a little ho
They can't believe it, I'm achieving, oh, oh, oh, my god
[Verse 5]
And I'm with them ooda-oodas, gutaboon, gutabow
And I don't wanna pull out, but at the same time, I don't want a child
'Cause, you know how these bitches be, they ain't playin' fair
And they playin' real foul
And I don't got no tolerance, sugar coatin' shit
Bitch, you better pipe down
[Verse 6]
And I'm catching mad attention
I'm so hot that my name always trendin'
I could get in my bag, I be killin'
Barely speak what I'm thinking, they be stealin'
Pretty bitch, call her bad to the bone
College dorm, write, while she roam
She need her a real ****, who can run down
Don't need bro to put 'em on
[Verse 7]
And that's a fact, I got them header headers on you back
I'm with the gang, rolling in the pack
And I put my fingers all up into sacks
And I put my fingers all up in, to track
And I'm with the squad, ****, what you want?
My brothers gonna ride, ****, right or wrong
My fashion aggressive, while I'm, ****, calm
Well, I'm calm
[Verse 8]
Y'all know when I'm coming
Smoove'L, too big for
Written by: Lefty Frizzel Sanders Jr., Leon Lightfoot III