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lirik lagu lolmus1c - smith & wesson

[intro]
ohh, uh
(danny i see you!)

[chorus]
my wave, they gon’ ride yeah, ride yeah, ride (ride)
she wanna get in my ride yeah, ride yeah, ride (ride)
i do not comply, not comply, not comply (comply)
why? ’cause i’m way too high, but sh~t, get inside (c’mon)
buckle up, lets go for a ride (yeah)

[verse 1]
50 drums on the chopper, that’s percussion (brrah)
50 drugs in my system, i’m still functionin’ (yeah)
i’m mixin’ wock’ with the ‘tussin, ain’t no discussion (nope)
pull up, bussin’, they duckin’, no introductions (brrah)
had to turn nothin’ to somethin’, that’s my instruction (uh~huh)
now my rollie flooded, wrist like it’s eruptin’ (splash)
she said i’m too high, i told her “girl, that’s assumptions” (yeah)
told the label i need m’s or it’s malfunction (skrrt)
i beat anybody’s ass, f~ck is you sayin’? you never shoot that weapon… (brrah~brrah~brrah)
you can go ahead and talk to these bullets in my pants
not an erection (c’mon)
huh, gun across the world, in the clubs (go ‘head ask your girl)
that’s my smith & wesson (brrah~brrah)
i’ma leave his block with a message (brrah~brrah~brrah)
gon’ head grab extended clip, gone fill it up with hollow tips (yeah)
ain’t no anti~violence kid, i keep them b~tches in self defense (facts)
i mean come on, it’s a brick on my wrist (yeah)
all these diamonds be dancin’, they jealous of it (gleam, yeah~yeah)
“jesus, i think he at it again” (uh)
got an ap on ap, no patek in here (uh~huh)
say you want some smoke wit’ lil’ ole me, i’ma feed you to my savages (c’mon), yeah, huh
got a habit to keep automatics (what else?)
condo, stash ’em up under my mattress (what else?)
bring it out when the opps wanna battle (uh~huh)
bring ’em out when the rats wanna tattle (uh~huh)
he a snake, yeah i know it, he rattle (rattle, rattle, rattle)
all this wock’, i’ma drink it with snapple
(uh~huh)
i get high, i don’t beef with no rappers (uh~huh)
never leavin’ my brothers, it’s tatted on me
hit the streets if you want my credentials (that’s facts)
everybody know kyro now, i call him up to put shots at yo’ mental (what else?)
we push up in the whip and go 200, even though everyone in it is 150 (oh yeah)
upped the price on my wrist, it was 200
plus a few hundred more, if you get me (yeah)
then i went and bought a watch for my mrs. (uh)
the talk of the town couldn’t miss it (uh~huh)
what i’m tryna say is get realistic (uh~huh)
i’m really rich, you guys is richless (uh~huh)
i spent yo’ rent on my family christmas (uh~huh)
i got everything that was on they wishlist (uh~huh)
and don’t go broke tryna prove me wrong
for your sake i wouldn’t risk it (b~tch)

[chorus]
my wave, they gon’ ride yeah, ride yeah, ride (ride)
she wanna get in my ride yeah, ride yeah, ride (ride)
i do not comply, not comply, not comply (comply)
why? ’cause i’m way too high, but sh~t get inside (c’mon)
buckle up, lets go for a ride (yeah)

[verse 2]
hop in the sp~ceship
police tryna’ follow, i’m too evasive (skrrt)
codeine baby bottles, i’ve been abusive (yeah)

brand new diablo, remember monte carlo
now i’m workin’, listening to my music (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
kids rage, rage, rage, rage to it, last night too high, couldn’t do it
i just be overly under the influence
but i’m in my zone, e.t. phone when i’m on my way home

my main thing just got a new thong, seen her put it on, so i did it all night long
last night in the studio all night long
on that mic, i can’t do wrong
off of them percs, make drug songs
off of them percs, make love songs
off of them percs, make thug songs (brrat)
totin’ them gun songs (b~tch)
i could f~ck yo’ mom songs
osama bin laden, i’m the bomb songs

talking with diamonds on my mouth, conversations while i floss
we make reservations, lobster on my plate, b~tch, i’m a boss

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