So Smooth lyrics

[Intro: DJ Drama]
The Affiliates n*gga Holla At Ya Boy
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DJ Drama

[Verse 1: Boo]
Take a look at a playa, ma, I'm so smooth
I don't mean to brag, but baby girl, I'm that dude
The ladies say that Boo so handsome
And they like how I be styling in them Evisu pants
Now let me see you dance til' your feet hurt
All I wanna see is G-strings no cheap skirts
I got hundreds to spend, bottles to pop
Put it on me slow girl and make that ass drop, drop
You know how Young Money do it
Track stars with the dough, mami, we be running through it
Now Weezy got my dough bigger
If your woman in the club, then homeboy you better get her
Cause I'll take her in a minute I'mma dog her when I finish
Homie I'm a problem and a menace
I'm like Diddy cause I'm all about my Benjis
If I get her to the crib she comin' faster than a henny

[Verse 2: Curren$y]
It's the Hot Spitta, n*gga, it's the Hot Spitta, n*gga
It's the Hot Spitta, n*gga and I'm bout it
And if you know another n*gga you thinks f*ckin with the youngin
Bring him round me if you want and I'mma down him
Yeah, I still got that Monte Carlo and it's painted money green
She recognize a n*gga when I pull up on the scene
b*tches say that n*gga fly, b*tches say that n*gga cute
But don't ever get it twisted, you all know what I would do
You can ask them n*ggas bout me say I'm cooler than a fan
But I keep that heater on me like a f*cking tool man
I jack 'em out they b*tches, cause I got that killa game
And yo bring a couple b*tches for me and my n*gga Mane
[Verse 3: Mack Maine]
I'm loaded, she rolling, so we rolling
To a place these n*ggas'll never get
Cold flow Mane I'm the sh*t
My hoes is like slaves, n*gga, I got 'em all whipped
I got 'em all whips, and they all got tints
My flat chested hoes, man, I bought 'em all tits
I love all my juvies, I bought 'em all fits
And all my old hoes, they be steady catching fits
My college chicks keep asking a n*gga bout college
Like (?) that b*tch and wouldn't survive it
Mother f*ck knowledge, no need for a Bachelors
Young Mane in streets, got the streets mastered
PHD, no excuse me my CFD
Thats my Certified Fly Degree
They be looking at your boy like how fly is he?
Next time start tellin 'em I'm fly as a pelican

[Verse 4: Lil Wayne]
Gee little girl, whats your name, who you be with?
You prolly never been with a Hollygrove G
I'm five foot six, I'm fly as f*ck
And I drank a lot and get high enough
Like I'm looking real hot and your girl okay
Wanna come and see you, [?]
And I tell her come through like every day
She'll literally do everything I say
Ahh, what you know about them Young Money G's
Come through this b*tch sitting tall on trees
I met your boyfriend now you sitting on me
I prolly be the dog, but all y'all hoes flees
She say she never seen Air Forces that clean
I know my sh*ts look like Porcelain gleam
Louis Vuitton, or Louis the thirteen
She like "ooh he remind me of a wet dream"
She wanna, throw it back now, so throw it back
Even though my pops died he taught me how to blow them backs out
Now show that tat ma, now show that crack ma
Cause I'm a crack head, I need that crack house
Come to a n*gga house, and get that ass out
We all boning, no we don't bad mouth
Come to the back room, then hit the back floor
Then hit the back door, now holla back, ho
[Outro: Lil Wayne]
I got 'em
Okay now wobble di wobble, hoe, wobble di wobble, hoe
Wobble di wobble, hoe, wobble di wobble, hoe
Wobble di wobble, hoe, wobble di wobble, hoe
Wobble di wobble, wobble
I say, hey pretty girl I'm feelin' yo frame
Show that tattoo, girl, what that n*gga name?
Say, hey pretty girl, I'm feelin' yo frame
Show that tattoo, I bet he ain't Lil Wayne