lirik lagu smiley - 38
[intro: pressa & lil juice]
(tay keith, f~ck these n~ggas up)
i keep a glock, a .38, uh
i keep a glock, a .38, uh
i keep a glock, a .38, uh
i keep a glock, yeah, uh
[verse 1: pressa]
i keep a glock, a .38
i bought a brick, i’m in the trap but only came with 28 grams total
b~tch, i feel like jessie james
my mind is steady trippin’, hope this weed will eat my brain
b~tch, i hope it simulate my brain
t dub in the cut, i call him mister getaway
my crodie buss an ap, but i told ’em show a plane
’cause it’s plane jane sky [?] twenty k, n~gga
[chorus: pressa]
we kick your door, n~gga, everybody on the floor, n~gga
boy if you trappin’ in this b~tch, answer your phone, n~gga
catch me with 35, see crodie, he a known hitter
i was out there trappin’ all night, came home to cold dinners
i was out there ballin’ all night, no one to coach me
my junkie fiendin’ all night, gave him a bogie
jumped in the stoley, crodie went got a trophy
so shoutout crodie ’cause half of these n~ggas got cold feet
[verse 2: smiley]
glock, a .38, in the la, h~lla state (in the hills)
they got mk in the hole while they got me on the stage (free mk)
got these nephews and a niece, i’m tryna keep these n~ggas safe (huh?)
when i go they’re gonna say their uncle left them with a safe
gang, b~tch, i’m put them on the wave
my lil’ n~gga hatin’ on me, i’m startin’ to book the plane (they hatin’)
i can never be the same (no)
got me drivin’ on the jane
all these b~tches move the same
they’re just lookin’ for a stain, b~tch, yeah
take her shoppin’ when she sad
if he don’t, n~ggas will make him feel like he’s will smith
take her lil’ ass ruth chris (take her)
my lil’ n~ggas shoot this (yeah)
we movin’ so ruthless
[chorus: pressa]
we kick your door, n~gga, everybody on the floor, n~gga
boy if you trappin’ in this b~tch, answer your phone, n~gga
catch me with 35, see crodie, he a known hitter
i was out there trappin’ all night, came home to cold dinners
i was out there ballin’ all night, no one to coach me
my junkie fiendin’ all night, gave him a bogie
jumped in the stoley, crodie went got a trophy
so shoutout crodie ’cause half of these n~ggas got cold feet
[outro: pressa]
i keep a glock, a .38, uh
i keep a glock, a .38, uh
i keep a glock, a .38, uh
i keep a glock, yeah, uh
i keep a glock, a .38, uh
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