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letra de etiquette - smiles the grinner

redbone, had to take her to bevmo!
had to make sure to pick up a little redrum
i know off of the lyrics a n-gga well known
only vans, no adidas, don’t do the sh-ll toes
dead broke, had to get up and get ghost
i’ve been working, so compliments i don’t live for
imma start an apocalypse, get a pitchfork
i’ll show up in my moccasins like a disco
im a k!ller of confidence, on my b-tches soul
i know n-ggas is talkative, but the kid go
im the realest and dominant on the list, hoe
i be frying your followers up in crisco
she be flashing a ass fatter than lizzo
take her back to the pad, smash in the window
i be seen with the b-tches you only wish for
i be living stupendous up in the hills too
have her scatting in bed, she wanna dance on my lap
she wanna back it on up, i tell her “back it on back”
she wanna beg for the nut, she said its good with the jam
i keep that thing on me tucked, i keep it there for your friends
i be faded as f-ck, spend my money on grams
i’ve been faded off blunts since a n-gga was 10
i’ve been reading kama sutra since a n-gga could s-x
cause i use to be a loser for the b-tches to vent

all my n-ggas off of sedatives, no negative ways
get a benz because my credits got impeccable rates
get your b-tch because she’s hesitant to tell us your name
a little etiquette could really get her sent to our way
you got the decimal in front the zero out at your bank
i’m eating edibles when i be hopping onto a plane
that p-ssy danibles, i eat it till its all on my face
a little animal could really get her sent to our way

d-mn, hop in the lamb
i know that radios playing no jams
imma just turn up my sh-t for the bands
she gonna roll up a spliff with no hands
i might just go and get merch on the ave
i know you lurking, you n-ggas is sad
talking bout birkins, but you got no bag
surely we sending you home in a cab
n-ggas wanna hate but i be getting top billing
time to demonstrate why im a really hot n-gga
i be on my wayne, i ain’t got no ceilings
i be on the reign and i got no kingdom
n-ggas talking gang, they ain’t got none in em
hope you get the fame that you want, “cold k!ller”
i don’t need a plane cause my minds propelling
we don’t need to hang cause you got no dilla
like how the f-ck you ain’t got no dilla bruh?
the f-ck?

- smiles the grinner

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