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Ace Hood - Smooth Criminal Lyrics

[Chorus]
Nigga smooth like a criminal can't simmer down
Juvenile, 99 [?] 2 thou'
Know I'm booted down, suited up, 'bout that action
Gotta see the number now she giving me dirty looks
I make her bounce up and down on the tip-tip toes
Drop it like it's hot don't let the cake get cold
I just wanna chill without the Netflix on
Say this kinda feeling like her favorite song

[Verse 1]
Watch as I progress, fuck 'em if they hating thought I get that off my chest
I'm thinking nun less, 6 hundred on a Benz you know I like to flex
Walkin' 'round that 6% I think I'm [?] next
Full control of what I own and I want nothing less
Just run my check, you know what's next, I'm in that [?] body
Leaning loaded, I'm like a [?] wake up in Cavali
Humble wave, I'm hella choppy I'm just in [?]
With a beauty who call me Pappi can you c- copy
I been living like a Miyagi, like I knew karate
Went to chopping I had to stretch 'em like I knew pilates
I enjoy it it's like a hobby that's on God buddy
I'm hard headed the whip doing some cosmetic
Angelic, finding piece in this pandemic
Still jammin', no intention of doing damage
[Chorus]
Nigga smooth like a criminal can't simmer down
Juvenile, 99 [?] 2 thou'
Know I'm booted down, suited up, 'bout that action
Gotta see the number now she giving me dirty looks
I make her bounce up and down on the tip-tip toes
Drop it like it's hot don't let the cake get cold
I just wanna chill without the Netflix on
Say this kinda feeling like her favorite song

[Verse 2]
The motion's running high I can't control it
I can't get this chip up off my shoulder
Half of that lil 39 [?]
Teasing on her body now she old
Let me 50 Cent I make her touch her toes
Got her screaming "aye" like it's the honor roll
Never told never fold I can't honor those
In a zone real deep talking baritone
Miss me with that fake and you may carry on
Mixing Titos with [?]
Thug life, smoking pressure to keep my lungs right
Riding reckless on a motorbikes you over-hype
Dime of the dozen, ay it's on sight when I'm in public
Never want no smoke 'cause I might pop up at your function
Grease you with a turkey just to pop you when you [?]
[Chorus]
Nigga smooth like a criminal can't simmer down
Juvenile, 99 [?] 2 thou'
Know I'm booted down, suited up, 'bout that action
Gotta see the number now she giving me dirty looks
I make her bounce up and down on the tip-tip toes
Drop it like it's hot don't let the cake get cold
I just wanna chill without the Netflix on
Say this kinda feeling like her favorite song