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letra de smilin' faces - ii black

smilin’ faces lyrics
[hook]
smilin’ faces
smilin’ faces
they lie
they don’t tell the truth

n-gga you afraid
afraid to meet yo death
razor blade up yo assh0l-
so you done played yo’self
now it’s hard for me to live
when my hand is on the steel
wakin’ up from a dream
all these n-ggas i have k!lled
all that madness on my mind
time to do this perfect crime
bring the gauge
shotgun pump
nap has tec-9s
fake smilin’ in my face
k!llin’ all my human race
with disgrace
now you wanna take another n-ggas place
k!llin’ on my moms
f-ck them drugs that be on the street
you my n-gga
not my n-gga
k!ll you in a heartbeat
tryna play black on this track
like a f-ckin’ dog
watch yo’self, you get bit
maybe i done robbed ’em all
this is not a dream but a nightmare
’cause i’m comin’ ho
tre-8 to yo face
as i take you for yo blow
creepin’ through the hood
it’s all good
down in mitch-ll heights
yous in national
???
and it’s super tight
smilin’ in my f-ckin’ face
stab me in my f-ckin’ back
when i load the chrome thing
bet this at a b-tches back
ain’t no love in this sh-t
i thought you hoes knew this b-tch
i roll through the hood
feelin’ good
on that dope and sh-t
i roll with the mitch-ll heights
super tight ready for a flight
we stangin’ you lemon hoes
slippin’ through the heights at night
we lay down a lemonlame
playa posse style mane
takin’ over north from a trick
’cause it ain’t no thang
take a blast of that sh-t
i split you like swishas b-tch
straight down ya head
now ya dead
left you stankin’ b-tch
grab a pump
lock the trunk
let’s make this a mystery
that’s what you get
when you slippin’
call it nemesis
ii black for that bangin’ sh-t
’cause n-gga we gotta k!ll you b-tch
flodgin’ like a k!ller
but we know you just a triple b-tch
f-ck my n-gga
how the f-ck you figure
we gon’ let it slide?
mhv
spv
spl and
riverside
down to ride on any b-tch
quick to stang on any trick
who the f-cks the busta?
who them n-ggas with that flodgin’ sh-t?
crenshaw by my f-ckin’ side
crime, he got my f-ckin’ back
cl!ck with gangsta blac
real n-ggas, so trick
watch yo back
n-ggas need to wise up
tryna feel they f-ckin’ nuts
screamin’ tear da club up
big boy you ain’t got no guts
deep when we creep
high till we die
locked till we f-ckin drop
lemonlames talkin’ sh-t
b-tch this sh-t don’t ever stop
have no second thoughts about a murder
’cause a murders what i gotta do
if you step on up
and pop yo nuts
and test my f-ckin’ crew
b-tch so when you slippin’
ima f-ck you up in any place
ho and when i do it
imma do it
with a smilin’ face
[hook]

you punk ass n-ggas straight k!ll me
claim to be my brodie but all the time you my enemy
hearin’ what you speak
i be swearin’ that you downin’ folk
but real n-ggas never run
from the f-ckin’ struggle ho
claimin’ you the sh-t
but ain’t ’bout sh-t
sayin’ what a n-gga said
man we gonna get you b-tch
he say, she say
the grass where yo body lay
conversation rules the nation
betrayin’ will get you sprayed
my nig’ tony bone headin’ ho
straight from mitch-ll heights
buckwildin’ up on you b-tches
??? super tight
lil d in this motherf-cker
makin’ you hoes suffer
lil twin ???
to us folk
f-ck you hook ass sucka
smilin’ in my f-ckin’ face
stab me in my f-ckin’ back
actin’ like a b-tch
’cause only b-tches
hang like that
what’s up to my n-gga dre
f-ck what they talk about
’cause if they were real man
those hoes
wouldn’t run they mouth
b-tch

they call me the hitman
crenshaw about makin’ stains
this snow got me feelin’ strange
my pimpin’ i just maintain
but h-izn-oes come get you some
we scopin’ up at you b-tch
but you just be on our list
we blast and we cannot miss
but now there be time
for us to blow you up off my nig
??? gon’ keep his word
so bustas just have you heard
a murder in third degree
and that be yo family
we take out the preacher first
and that type sh-t hurt the worst
and rob some more
so we can chauffer yo f-ckin’ he-rs-
yo body i gotta have
’cause it means to much to me
and chop it up nice and neat
and bury it very deep
my clique is the mitch-ll heights
created the mhv
we roll with the bbb
we cl!ck with the spv
if that’s not enough
g we can bring in the rsc
and constantly go to war
’cause someones gon’ d-i-e
???
so h-izn-oes just rip
invest in the swishas squad
but this come up like the mob
but since you just test our nuts
it made us come very hard
and psychopathic visions
they be runnin’ through my mind
and when you see my face
there be k!llin’ in my eyes

low key looters gettin’ this case
smilin’ in my f-ckin’ face
grab the tone
upside ya dome
b-tch i’m ’bout to catch a case
this liquor got me cruck
like that funk
drinkin’ hennessey
real gs
can’t you see
comin’ from the nap
slap these b-tches with the yat
cl!ck with my folks black
lil mane got the gat
watch my back
while i’m on the track
all them hoes ridin’ ???
b-tches know you gonna die
keep the six up high
sissy b-tches wanna cry
dwellin’ on a smilin’ b-tch
should i say, a f-ckin’ snitch
mane pass the tec
kinfolk it’s time to go take a trip
don’t forget the f-ckin’ gauge
and this sh-t my time to ???
send these bustas missing
now it’s time to d-ck spray

second clique up in ya b-tch
droppin’ bodies in the ditch
cl!cked up with the spv
never bar a sucker b-tch
the heights is so f-ckin’ deep
k!ll you in yo f-ckin’ sleep
lil gain with the riot pump
so sucker don’t you try to front
if you do
then you through
crenshaw gonna buck at you
read the papers
catch the vapors
that’s yo folks up on the news
smilin’ faces all around
black bo up in funky town
mhv, spv
makin’ hoes lay it down

motherf-cker ???
mitch-ll heights is pimps and hustlers
you see we, keepin’ straight to the motherf-ckin’ trigger
’cause yo ass a phony g
motherf-ckers talkin’ then
ain’t my f-ckin’ friend
guess who
what you do
smoke some geek
so you ‘trayin ass fools b-tches
gonna get sprayed
n-ggas and hoes
so we play you f-ckin’ bros
charlie mac
plus lil black
comin’ on this hype ass track
can’t forget my f-ckin’ n-gga
thats always strapped with the f-ckin’
mac-10
to the a to the k
take that automatic spray
’cause some bodies gonna lay
dead up in the street
on the creep
g’s huntin’
b-tches frontin’
ain’t no thang
i slang yo g
mane make it rich
i got to pimp my b-tch
’cause i can’t stand a n-gga like me
so insane to the f-ckin’ brain
monkey blood
or that skunk
make me sick
suck my d-ck
make me rich
constant with that phony f-ckin’ bullsh-t
put a cap to the back
inside from the gat
creepin’ on you f-ckin’ hoes
tie yo ass up with a rope
cut yo motherf-ckin’ throat
mitch-ll heights deep as haters
so they crazy for this sh-t
make my dash back to the lab
and count my motherf-ckin’ cash
b-tch this sh-t is super tight
for you f-ckin’
trick ass hoes

- ii black

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