What you wanna know about Ray, man
This dude got the car
He got the hoes in his phone
He be making the goddamn burners
You know
Okay now smoove
Come on hit that bounce to the groove
Aye now shoot
Whip it like I got nothing to lose
With the moves
Aye, you know I got that shit on me
Pass that gas here homie
OG IV, you know me
I said now smoove
Come on baby bounce to the groove
Aye now shoot
Whipping like I got nothing to lose
With the moves
You know I got that shit on me
Pass that gas here homie
The real IV you know me, bitch
Goofy with the white tee ooh
Looking at my dms shoot shoot shoot
I know that yo nigga puss puss puss
Begging for the kitty Puss In Boots
So I hit the Uzi eye roll then i'm dipping
About to hire a chauffeur, man i'm getting tired of whipping
Speed dial on my stylist need designer I can fit in
Wave a bit of bread these bitches crowding like some pigeons
So I hopped up off my ass and got to grinding
Hit up after hit i'm dropping in my room just rhyming
Call that perfect timing nigga ain't no way around it, no more
401 we bout to climb it
From the cold don't tell me about the climate
Your boys are capping where the, poles they hiding
I think they stuck them where the, sun ain't shining
Think they forgot can you, please remind them
Ain't got no product then no, need to conversate
Okay now smoove
Come on hit that bounce to the groove
Aye now shoot
Whip it like I got nothing to lose
With the moves
Aye, you know I got that shit on me
Pass that gas here homie
OG IV, you know me
I said now smoove
Come on baby bounce to the groove
Aye now shoot
Whipping like I got nothing to lose
With the moves
You know I got that shit on me
Pass that gas here homie
The real IV you know me, bitch
Oscar IV - Smoove Lyrics
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What you wanna know about Ray, man
This dude got the car
He got the hoes in his phone
He be making the goddamn burners
You know
Okay now smoove
Come on hit that bounce to the groove
Aye now shoot
Whip it like I got nothing to lose
With the moves
Aye, you know I got that shit on me
Pass that gas here homie
OG IV, you know me
I said now smoove
Come on baby bounce to the groove
Aye now shoot
Whipping like I got nothing to lose
With the moves
You know I got that shit on me
Pass that gas here homie
The real IV you know me, bitch
Goofy with the white tee ooh
Looking at my dms shoot shoot shoot
I know that yo nigga puss puss puss
Begging for the kitty Puss In Boots
So I hit the Uzi eye roll then i'm dipping
About to hire a chauffeur, man i'm getting tired of whipping
Speed dial on my stylist need designer I can fit in
Wave a bit of bread these bitches crowding like some pigeons
So I hopped up off my ass and got to grinding
Hit up after hit i'm dropping in my room just rhyming
Call that perfect timing nigga ain't no way around it, no more
401 we bout to climb it
From the cold don't tell me about the climate
Your boys are capping where the, poles they hiding
I think they stuck them where the, sun ain't shining
Think they forgot can you, please remind them
Ain't got no product then no, need to conversate
Okay now smoove
Come on hit that bounce to the groove
Aye now shoot
Whip it like I got nothing to lose
With the moves
Aye, you know I got that shit on me
Pass that gas here homie
OG IV, you know me
I said now smoove
Come on baby bounce to the groove
Aye now shoot
Whipping like I got nothing to lose
With the moves
You know I got that shit on me
Pass that gas here homie
The real IV you know me, bitch
This dude got the car
He got the hoes in his phone
He be making the goddamn burners
You know
Okay now smoove
Come on hit that bounce to the groove
Aye now shoot
Whip it like I got nothing to lose
With the moves
Aye, you know I got that shit on me
Pass that gas here homie
OG IV, you know me
I said now smoove
Come on baby bounce to the groove
Aye now shoot
Whipping like I got nothing to lose
With the moves
You know I got that shit on me
Pass that gas here homie
The real IV you know me, bitch
Goofy with the white tee ooh
Looking at my dms shoot shoot shoot
I know that yo nigga puss puss puss
Begging for the kitty Puss In Boots
So I hit the Uzi eye roll then i'm dipping
About to hire a chauffeur, man i'm getting tired of whipping
Speed dial on my stylist need designer I can fit in
Wave a bit of bread these bitches crowding like some pigeons
So I hopped up off my ass and got to grinding
Hit up after hit i'm dropping in my room just rhyming
Call that perfect timing nigga ain't no way around it, no more
401 we bout to climb it
From the cold don't tell me about the climate
Your boys are capping where the, poles they hiding
I think they stuck them where the, sun ain't shining
Think they forgot can you, please remind them
Ain't got no product then no, need to conversate
Okay now smoove
Come on hit that bounce to the groove
Aye now shoot
Whip it like I got nothing to lose
With the moves
Aye, you know I got that shit on me
Pass that gas here homie
OG IV, you know me
I said now smoove
Come on baby bounce to the groove
Aye now shoot
Whipping like I got nothing to lose
With the moves
You know I got that shit on me
Pass that gas here homie
The real IV you know me, bitch
Writer: Raymond White IV
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