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ladies man. Video (MV)




Performed By: Made Smoove
Language: English
Length: 2:10
Written by: Made Smoove




Made Smoove - ladies man. Lyrics
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Yeah
Ok yeah
F*ck 'em
Look
Love is like a treasure in the dirt cause it be hard to find
Value of a gold mine reflection of my gold mind
Reflection of a deficit when in her bed always behind
After that the speculations brewing like it's Miller Time
In the summer cold hearted
Blew up off of smoke that why I dream of me in (Ash)ton Martin's
Need the M's became a Spartian
She begged for love I begged her pardon
What she gets for not moving according to the plan
All her Franz (friends) she had caught in the middle talking (Ferdinand)
It made a difference I had a different vision
She's use to repetition use to getting let down
Refuse to tell what's really missing
His woman can't help but to stare when I'm around
I'm who she's missing as if she's made the wrong decision (Tuh)
Ain't my fault you date a lame nigga
Cloth ain't cut the same nigga (No)
Her screw I tightened like a (Bolt) I put the (U) in Sain nigga
Know my name done made her came quicker
May have to get my main back got higher than my range nigga ha
Super hero I'm the coochie man
He learned a lot from watching me that pressure had 'em giving in
He f*cked the baddest of em all from knowing me because I knew the trend
F*ck her once she think we more than friends the rest just all depends (Yeah)
My music we get active to rock her boat like on a cruise
Late night she be wide awake next morning got her hittin snooze
Doing what they couldn't do doing what they tried to do
The moon is where I took her too
Five stars like a D1 recruit
This course deserves a plan of action
Tell her what I want to happen
Energy I'm putting in is like a wood she's has to match it
Most concerned with being happy
Least concerned with satisfaction
Least concerned of lonely nights and making B the plan of action
These hoes ain't shit tuh
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English

Yeah
Ok yeah
F*ck 'em
Look
Love is like a treasure in the dirt cause it be hard to find
Value of a gold mine reflection of my gold mind
Reflection of a deficit when in her bed always behind
After that the speculations brewing like it's Miller Time
In the summer cold hearted
Blew up off of smoke that why I dream of me in (Ash)ton Martin's
Need the M's became a Spartian
She begged for love I begged her pardon
What she gets for not moving according to the plan
All her Franz (friends) she had caught in the middle talking (Ferdinand)
It made a difference I had a different vision
She's use to repetition use to getting let down
Refuse to tell what's really missing
His woman can't help but to stare when I'm around
I'm who she's missing as if she's made the wrong decision (Tuh)
Ain't my fault you date a lame nigga
Cloth ain't cut the same nigga (No)
Her screw I tightened like a (Bolt) I put the (U) in Sain nigga
Know my name done made her came quicker
May have to get my main back got higher than my range nigga ha
Super hero I'm the coochie man
He learned a lot from watching me that pressure had 'em giving in
He f*cked the baddest of em all from knowing me because I knew the trend
F*ck her once she think we more than friends the rest just all depends (Yeah)
My music we get active to rock her boat like on a cruise
Late night she be wide awake next morning got her hittin snooze
Doing what they couldn't do doing what they tried to do
The moon is where I took her too
Five stars like a D1 recruit
This course deserves a plan of action
Tell her what I want to happen
Energy I'm putting in is like a wood she's has to match it
Most concerned with being happy
Least concerned with satisfaction
Least concerned of lonely nights and making B the plan of action
These hoes ain't shit tuh
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