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letra de ll smaky - fattmack

[intro]
(ayo, 10)
fatt (ayy, say, wicked, what up, man?)
yeah, yeah

[chorus]
i done been up a whole week, i still told bro, “bring more beans”
i told you i wanted you then and you ghosted me
i cannot believe that you put him above me
smaky popped sixteen 30s and od’d (yeah)
i pop a pill every day, i’m a dope fiend
i do not love you like i love these drugs
you can keep your advice, i don’t need you to coach me
she pull up, eat the d-ck like poultry
i’m rubbin’ off all these n-ggas like lotion
how the f-ck i’ma get to know the new you?
honestly, i’m still in love with thе old you
as soon as we leave wе connect like bluetooth
you always come back to me and i told you (yeah)
we talked on the phone and you ain’t even respond back, the last time i told you i love you (i love you)

[verse]
and i hung up on you, i wasn’t in the mood to come let you play with my emotions
i got you callin’ right back tryna tell me you love me too for to smooth sh-t over (yeah)
i know you got my back so you know that i’m choosin’ you over all these hoes
no matter how big the crowd, i wanna see your face front row every show
she know that i got h-lla poles, she know that i ain’t gon’ tell her no
she know i crash out and go leave one dead, she kinda keep me at home
she know in my mind that i’m still that same lil’ n-gga when n0body noticed me
she know that i hope that she don’t leave ’cause i’ll be all alone
i know you see me callin’ your phone, don’t be surprised when i’m beatin’ on your door
that message that you just texted me was so foul, you hurt me to my core
b-tch, i don’t wanna hear you say that sh-t out loud ’cause might break my heart some more
after all them times you used my shoulder to cry, i never had an arm
to wipe my face and dry my f-ckin’ eyes every time it rain and pour
can’t believe i made it out, n-gga, we was just ridin’ ’round town four deep in a honda accord
i hate when them monkey-ass n-ggas try to come ’round and get in my business, the f-ck is you, curious george?
he act like he slide but he actually not, that lil’ boy need an oscar award
[chorus]
i done been up a whole week, i still told bro, “bring more beans”
i told you i wanted you then and you ghosted me
i cannot believe that you put him above me
smaky popped sixteen 30s and od’d (yeah)
i pop a pill every day, i’m a dope fiend
i do not love you like i love these drugs
you can keep your advice, i don’t need you to coach me
she pull up, eat the d-ck like poultry
i’m rubbin’ off all these n-ggas like lotion
how the f-ck i’ma get to know the new you?
honestly, i’m still in love with the old you
as soon as we leave we connect like bluetooth
you always come back to me and i told you (yeah)
we talked on the phone and you ain’t even respond back, the last time i told you i love you (i love you)

- fattmack

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