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Missing - Baby Smoove

Missing

Baby Smoove

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Song Introduction

“Missing” is a song by Russian artist Baby Smoove, blending elements of rap and R&B. Released in [release year if known], the track features emotive lyrics that explore themes of longing and introspection. Baby Smoove's distinctive vocal delivery and smooth production create a captivating atmosphere, resonating with listeners both in Russia and internationally. “Missing” showcases his ability to convey deep emotions through music, solidifying his place in the contemporary music scene.

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Lyric

I put a plan together and told my dawg this the mission

This goddamn Perk got me dizzy

Better pray to God he hit me

Know I smoke, no flippin'

I put a plan together and told my dawg this the mission

I'm trippin', this goddamn Perk got me dizzy

A nigga shoot at me, he better pray to God he hit me

'Bout to buy myself a pound, know I smoke, no flippin'

On the road, me and bro, down the middle how we split it

Extra eye on my sweater just to watch all these niggas

I heard dawg hatin' hard, that's 'cause he broke and he bitter

I'm done shootin' guns, I'm makin' niggas come up missing

I had gave your bitch a pill and she said she liked it

This Fanta ain't clean, nigga, 'cause I spiked it

I was out here gettin' money, nigga, you should try it

Told that bitch I'm a dawg, so it don't matter how I get

It's a stash in every rental, boy, I bet I'll find it

You got wok hit me up, nigga, I'm gon' ice it

Tryna book Baby Smoove, they like, "What the price is?"

Cookin' with my recipes, I got different spices, ay

I put a plan together and told my dawg it's the mission

I'm trippin', this goddamn Perk got me dizzy

A nigga shoot at me, he better pray to God he hit me

'Bout to buy myself a pound, know I smoke, no flippin'

On the road, me and bro, down the middle how we split it

Extra eye on my sweater just to watch all these niggas

I heard dawg hatin' hard, that's 'cause he broke and he bitter

I'm done shootin' guns, I'm makin' niggas come up missing

Is you nice? I wanna hit it, what's the price?

No cake on birthdays, we done poured a whole pint

Boy, you a bitch, I can't hang with them type

I can tell you some secrets that'll change your lil' life

I can't tell you too much 'cause I think they listenin'

Why you treat her so nice? You don't know her history

I'm a lil' too ghetto, I can't go industry

My whole life niggas treat me like I'm family

Do a pitstop in Indy, I can't tell you my city

It's just her and her friend, gave them hoes a Perk a piece

Walk around with a mug, nigga, and a smirk on me

That choppa kick when it shoot, 'bout that boy Nowitzki

I gon' never fall off, ain't no gettin' rid of me

Catch a nigga by his self, he ain't got that energy

Had doobie, air it out, I spin the block before he leave

Called my dawg down the way, I caught a flight 'cause it's green

I put a plan together and told my dawg this the mission

I'm trippin', this goddamn Perk got me dizzy

That nigga shoot at me, he better pray to God he hit me

'Bout to buy myself a pound, know I smoke, no flippin'

On the road, me and bro, down the middle how we split it

Extra eye on my sweater just to watch all these niggas

I heard dawg hatin' hard, that's 'cause he broke and he bitter

I'm done shootin' guns, I'm makin' niggas come up missing

I put a plan together and told my dawg this the mission

I'm trippin', this goddamn Perk got me dizzy

That nigga shoot at me, he better pray to God he hit me

'Bout to buy myself a pound, know I smoke, no flippin'

Know I smoke, no flippin'

- It's already the end -