letra de smile on my face - chromie
[verse: dezpierre]
mr. miyage jeans denim too cut up
run on your gang b-tch your problems get done up
they go outside to be tanned out in summer
bring all my shooters and gunners
bring all them demons i want them
all of my percentages gonna grow up
they just so high out in summer
told that boy i’m gonna go win
i’m not on molly i swear
[chorus: dezpierre]
b-tch, i’m crazy, i swear
i’ma just fire a n-gga just right here
keep it up bullying, n-ggas so fake (yuh, twin)
you say we cool on a low but you hate
got no flow in your bag im just staying
you say we cool on a low but you hate
since you get up, it’s totally okay
i’m on a grunge, but you know i slay, b-tch
i’m on a run cause i cut off his face
i’m in a city with a smile on my face
can’t fly rapid, feel like joker
no emotions, f-ck the socials
i got colder, my eyes rain now
b-tch, it’s over, it ain’t on it
put that kid on that, f-cking poster
and i heard they ain’t even like kiss, just like a zoka
i just want these n-ggas dead
make them leave, drop blood in the snow
i feel the pain, i rock with the crows
hit the seven out of season list
i don’t think we want to ghost
lil b-tch hold up, f-ck my demon b-tch, she just want souls
my dark coat on batch one, r.i.p. the f-cking clothes
[verse 2: chromie]
me and dez (yeah), we gon’ takeover the world
bad b-tch (yeah), she serving aderall
she pulling my pants, pants, pants but i do not want to f-ck
and if you talking sh-t, sh-t, in my dm’s, you’re gonna get blocked
lil p-ssy, get out of my block
или you gonna get popped
feeling like a janitor, i’m with my stick and i’m gonna mop
watch me i’ve been talking my sh-t, they won’t bring me down
i’m pulling up to the function, all the bad b-tches looking at me now
two bands always in my bank, she’s like “can i see it?”, i’m like “not right now”
all them b-tches biting, they like “seeyuh”, we laugh at your ass up
two straps in your head, dance b-tch you gon’ pull around and get popped
we ain’t playing with you lil b-tch, bring your ass up, man you gon’ drop
tell me wassup with your money, you know why i’m calling them funny
your b-tch in the lobby she suck on my d-ck and she’s not afraid to show her body (he’s crazy, i swear)
[chorus: dezpierre]
b-tch, i’m crazy, i swear
i’ma just fire a n-gga just right here
keep it up bullying, n-ggas so fake (yuh, twin)
you say we cool on a low but you hate
got no flow in your bag im just staying
you say we cool on a low but you hate
since you get up, it’s totally okay
i’m on a grunge, but you know i slay, b-tch
i’m on a run cause i cut off his face
i’m in a city with a smile on my face
can’t fly rapid, feel like joker
no emotions, f-ck the socials
i got colder, my eyes rain now
b-tch, it’s over, it ain’t on it
put that kid on that, f-cking poster
and i heard they ain’t even like kiss, just like a zoka
i just want these n-ggas dead
make them leave, drop blood in the snow
i feel the pain, i rock with the crows
hit the seven out of season list
i don’t think we want to ghost
lil b-tch hold up, f-ck my demon b-tch, she just want souls
my dark coat on batch one, r.i.p. the f-cking clothes
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