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(álbum: Smithy - 2019)


Doing what I gotta do
(Hold up, one more time)
Did it 'cause I got to (Repeat that shit, like what you said?)
(Hold up, one more time)
Making cheese and going ham (Hold that mofucking mop too)
A nigga getting bread (Repeat that shit, like what you said?)
"How he still so skinny?" when you know I'm gettin' (Making cheese and going ham)
(Told the bitch she a-)
Put that lil' boy in the dirt, ayy

Hold up, one more time
Repeat that shit, like what you said?
Making cheese and going ham, a nigga getting bread
"How he still so skinny?" when you know I'm getting fed
Bitches all up on me and they humping on my leg

This shit is just business
What about? Man, you a fed
Mind yo' own lil' business
You don't got none? Oh, I feel
I don't like her that much
Told her, "Bitch, just give me head"
Ain't no W-E, it's no you and me, don't get upset
Pulling up then pushing off
We empty out the boulevard
I'm hitting everyone involved
And dropping bodies in the car
I let the bullet do the talk
Then paramedic do the walk
They send your body somewhere far
I love to see them dead and gone

Yeah, my chain flaunt
Yeah, my same song
Yeah, my pain dark
You ain't came far
You ain't saying none
And bitch, I said wassup
I blow a blunt up in the cut
I tell them niggas, "What you on?"
Yeah, my chain flaunt
Yeah, my same song
Yeah, my pain dark
You ain't came far
You ain't saying none
And bitch, I said wassup
I blow a blunt up in the cut
I tell them niggas, "What you on?"

Prophetic, my line prophetic
Watch me flex like calisthenics
I'm moving while you standing
At your chest just like a pedant
I'm up it while you standard
I suggest you mind your manners
Or end up no appendage
I'm too focused while you famished
Save yourself or get embarrassed
I do more than micromanage
All my bars go hand-in-handing
Me? The title wasn't granted
Had to steal it like a bandit
I'm in this bitch and now you understand it
For real, hah

Doing what I gotta do
Did it 'cause I got to
Hold the mofucking mop too
Told the bitch she a thot too

Hold up, one more time
Repeat that shit, like what you said?
Making cheese and going ham, a nigga getting bread
"How he still so skinny?" when you know I'm getting fed
Bitches all up on me and they humping on my leg

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