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Correct Smithy Lyrics
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[Intro] Hah, huh, hah, huh Hah, huh, hah [Verse 1] They playin' snake, wet the terf like paintballs Y'all could really get cut 'cause the flow like chainsaws Droppin' hot like naplam And these industry plants get in quick but don't stay long Meanwhile, got the underground like, "Where he came from?" Why ain't nobody say some? [Chorus] Rap politics and it's all just business Could suck my dick if you think something different I fucked yo' bitch but ain't say that I hid it Gettin' too high to bring you on this mission Body shield fit 'cause the sounds by Smithy Kept it a hunnid while makin' two-fifty It's DJ Fukk0t, y'all just envy Too many deaths to show all y'all pity [Verse 2] Beat gone soft till the blue pill hittin' Moment I rap then it's hand-out ribbons Get so many hand-outs that y'all bitten Stuck with leftovers, it must be delicious I got me a hoe, she came with a throat I'm gettin' this bread, they ain't got a loaf You rippin' off heads if it's friends or a foe I don't know who to trust so my hand on my pole She strip on the low? You tellin' me secrets you want me to know I think there's a lot of you actin' for show These rap niggas love to tell stories 'bout the tales that they make up at home My whole life on the go, they ain't know what I know Got my keys in the bag, I just need me the door Got my foot in the game and my dick in her slow Keep on checkin' on me like the microwave though 2014, I was workin' on lyrics 5 years later, I'm pushin' out milli's No pro skater, just grind like you kickin' The time bomb waitin' to blow up, keeps tickin' I did the art now it's time for the riches I don't feel bad that I burned down bridges Hear me just fine, this is all my connection End of this year, I might cop me a necklace [Chorus] Rap politics and it's all just business Could suck my dick if you think something different I fucked yo' bitch but ain't say that I hid it Gettin' too high to bring you on this mission Body shield fit 'cause the sounds by Smithy Kept it a hunnid while makin' two-fifty It's DJ Fuck Cock, y'all just envy Too many deaths to show all y'all pity (I'm sure all y'all pity)
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