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letra de all smiles - lami cruise

(lami cruise back with another one, yah know me man)

verse 1

i was raised ’round them shooters and them feens all of that
shots from the ruga make you lean, hit ya back
remember as a youngin asking mom “where my dad?”
went down to jamaica tryna make a couple racks
tryna get his papers , get his visa all of that
sold a couple acres and the brand new cadillac
just to reunite the family , i can’t be mad at that
had to start a couple tragedies and make that semi clap
older heads they always f-ck with me when they here my raps
cuz they know that i been through sh-t and i dont gotta act
so i puff away my pain rolling doobies h-lla fat
lil mami got the booty twerking off the henny yack
i seen n-ggas stabbed ,n-ggas shot, n-ggas dying
swear on my right hand but i still be lying
to get the bro out of a situation
throwin racks make it rain like precipitation
gotta air a n-gga out call that ventilation
d-ck up in her mouth suffocation
give a f-ck if you like me i prefer the hating
cuz success is my reality ya mad i made it

(chorus)

verse 2

they saying lami got the juice now
couple foreign coupes now
f-ckin with the group now
ouh she in the loop now
tats on her body, bm dub’s & ferrari
ferragamo ,versace oh my god im so c-cky
went from employee to employer
good producer, good lawyer
gotta bad b-tch named saquya
off a bean i ain’t talkin goya
first time i slept got hit with the glock
now no rest, on my sh-t non stop
heard in the burbs , get love on the block
spit no mac but ya b-tch on my c-ck
been saying money on mind yeah the block is hot b-tch
see me on my grind n-ggas tryna stop it
tryna get that fetti folded in my pockets
if a hater act up ima pop his sh-t
n-ggas p-ssy ,snakes and soem rats to me
homie act up sending bullets where his hat should be
lemme c-ck back you bow down to ya majesty
all my n-ggas real right, ya n-ggas lookin raggedy

(chorus)

verse 3

when i was a baby, lived up in tracy towers
hallways was smelling like dour
mama still in school ,she just tryna get a good degree
2 child’s flippen patties all up in a mickey d’s
poppa in jamaica, just tryna get his cake up
got alittle older, came back just to raise us
only like 4 , ain’t know rights from the wrongs
couple months past lil bro malik came along
mean we all lived together, it ain’t feel like no family
dad at his night job, my momma always mad at him
fighting and the arguing, shouting and the hollerin
mama got bruises 911 yeah she callin em
never ment to split us up but i guess she had enough
pulled up in that white ford ,hand cuffs ragged him up
lil dude, middle school, wanted that ratty tucked
to shoot the sky ,shoot myself, i ain’t really give a f-ck
talkin bout moving tenbrook ,to co-op, to bedford, to farrock
i really hadda bust chops…

- lami cruise

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