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Дата випуску: 14.12.2015
Вікові обмеження: 18+
Мова пісні: Англійська
Smiling Faces |
Smiling faces sometimes pretend to be your friend |
Smiling faces show no traces of the evil that lurks within |
Ooh ooh ok I’m on it |
Niggas know that I’m on it |
I ain’t to big I’m |
But hater picture me rollin' |
My neck and my wrist be frozen |
Diamonds on something golden |
I’m dope and be spittin' poet |
Pro hotter than something stolen |
Swangin' and comin' down |
The coldest thing in my city |
Bitch even in summer time |
Some niggas use to be knockin' |
I pull up like what up now? |
See now is my trunk that’s knockin' |
Shit sound like a drum alive |
Man this dumpin it be like ughh |
System kickin' it sound like a hostage up in my trunk |
Daam my team in the buildin' is poppin' we got it crunk |
VIP |
Every hand got a bottle in it |
Rose in with a lot of women |
While the haters just watch us winnin' |
Man I hate these ho boppin' niggas |
Who pretend like they potnas with ya |
But they hate bro |
Cus yo weight up |
And they ain’t yo potnas |
They out to get ya |
Fuck them I can’t stop |
Killing on a roll |
Boy I’m ballin paper |
Too hot to look down on haters |
My throne a hundred miles away from these,. |
Smiling faces, smiling faces sometimes |
They don’t tell the truth uh |
Smiling faces, smiling faces tell lies and I got proof |
Ooh ooh ok you see it |
Ho I know that you see it |
These vvs’s is gleaming |
This candy paint at its sweetest |
My nephew he gettin' older |
So mo' dinero I need it |
So on that corner I’m grindin' |
In Texas we call this bleeding |
He killin' I can’t belive it |
Pro be spittin' that fire |
These swanggers is lookin classy |
And they pokin' out on my tires' |
(The freshest one in my class) |
Man these rappers hope I expire |
But you ain’t in this never |
I’m dissin yo dreams no malaya |
I’m floatin' can’t get no higher |
Double cups celebration |
This Dj Screw in my styra' |
Draan Draankin' drank |
Till I’m passin out like a flyer |
Stunnin' on em' |
Years I’ve been modest |
And now I’m king in this bitch |
And they can’t do shit about it |
These niggas talk bout' a movement |
But it wouldn’t be shit with out em' |
Shout out my niggas that’s moving |
I see you niggas keep grindin' |
A couple rappers is loosin |
They thinkin' beef is the option |
But ain’t no dissin' my nigga |
Cus when I see you is poppin' |
I’m turning… |
Smiling faces (too frowns), smiling faces they don’t tell the truth uh |
Smiling faces, smiling faces tell lies and I got proof |