Correction Paroles Topic par Smiley

Featuring(s) : Duvy

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[Intro: Duvy & Smiley]
This shit off the top, man
But you already knew that
Southside, Southside shit, hah
Yeah, just tell me, baby
Uh-huh (Hey, CR!)
The island boys (You, grrrt, you)

[Verse 1: Smiley]
I don't want that fake love (No), said they ain't fake love
How you real but you got a fake butt? (Haha)
I'm just joshin', fans, they moshing (Yeah)
I'm takin' off, better be cautious
I'm livin' that life, it's makin' me nauseous (It's my life)
At the top, you gotta watch it (Watch it)
I tell the truth now I wanna be honest
Westside thugs, I'm party wildin'
I was in courtside, bad bitch smilin' (Courtside)
How can I chill? I wanna win
I was in Vegas stayin' at Wynn
My life like a Black Jack, I'm gonna win (Yeah)
Me and Zack, we in that bitch (Yeah)
Just go hеre and give 'em thе stick (Yeah)
They all baddies, how can I pick?
She like, "Smiggz, I'm gettin' thick"
She like, "B.O.B, I need a bag", haha, it's a red flag (Yeah)
Duvy in here with his red flag (Yeah)
I love my city on gang-gang (Gang)
You fucked like two of my guyers (Why)
She like, "Fuck that nigga's a liar" (Liar)
She want a job, I hire (Hire)
Every year, I keep gettin' higher (Huh, huh)
Cuttin' work, Louis belt, OVO
Don't have no friends in studio (I don't)
I'm startin' to check all the choosy hoes (Choose)
This is my side I'll only show
This is the shit that my brothers know (Bro)
I take a L.A. bitch where it snows, Canada (Yeah)
Prada, it was a joke, don't be mad at us
Gang, gang, gang

[Chorus: Duvy]
You, you ain't there when we was by that stove
So you ain't gon' be there when we countin' up all them blues (All them blues)
You ain't gon' be there 'cause you ain't wanna make that move (Make that move)
So tell me why this friendship is so toxic? (Bitch, she toxic)
Plug with the plug, money topics (Plug)
Spinnin', you know that we did it, but that was an option (Spinnin', spin)
I'm just chasin' all of these M's (Mhm, yeah, yeah)
I don't want no more fake friends (Mhm, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: Duvy]
You hate when I be in my bag (Bag)
Heard you be talkin' to them boys, I need some answers (I need some answers)
In need of drugs (I need some drugs), in need of love
I need one to trust, nigga, he ain't one of us (Nah, pussy)
Yeah, march out like some troops (March out, nigga, gr-grrrt)
Mental health, we just need someone to vent to (Vent)
Gotta reach the plan, nigga, you can't understand me (Understand)
Buy or Bye, I'm with the plug, so nigga, head home (For real)
Yeah, we heat up the block just like a fish fry (No bap)
We protect the block, watchin' whips while they drive by (While they come by)
You get in where you fit in (Where you fit in, nigga)
You keep stackin' them digits (Yeah, grrrt)

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