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letra de ms. joyce - smino & bun b

[part i]

[intro: smino & slim thug]
watch me, loc’d in versace
with an ax on my chest, big boss
watch me, loc’d in versace
with an ax on my chest, big boss
watch me, loc’d in versace
with an ax on my chest, big boss
(in another life, we alright, hmm)

[verse 1: smino]
brain-tangled like my chain, chain with my mama name
pain bubble on my brain, man this sh-t don’t feel the same
same hoes from the ninth-grade, tryna’ give me nicotine
in the scalp like mane and tame, old impala pumpkin frame
i’m a creature, i’m a smiiture
i could teach ya, still i’ll beat ya
facial features give me frequents
i get low, sometimes i be up
all depends like old sh-t
all that old sh-t that you bring up
two white coupes, the olsen twins
mama, oh my god, there go that man

[chorus: smino]
oh-oh, and i’m feelin’ her pheromones
i’m a, king, she wanna make the pharaoh moan
now, now i’m in my zone (but you can hop in my ride)
look cool when you see me, same color tortellini
pockets used to be bulimic, you wouldn’t believe it
someday wanna be like jesus, other day’s young jeezy
, president just got impeached

[refrain]
oh yeah, yeah
katana, tryna find ya

we [?]
ooh, ooh
ooh, ooh
woah, woah
ooh, ooh

[verse 2: bun b]
coming up sh-t was different man
’cause me, i was playing in a different game
hustlin’, tryna get some change
these motherf-ckers hate, but it ain’t no thing
i’m just out here doing me,
cause i’m out here trying to truly be number one, man, f-ck number two or three
or four and five, that’s hoe sh-t cause i’m going live and it’s going up
my sh-t gas and it’s blowing up, your sh-t trash, you ain’t showing up
getting bags and i’m cashing out, got b-tches passin’ out
smash your b-tch then i’m smashin’ out
cause you did it for cap and clout

came up with young pimp c, so you n-ggas can’t f-ck with me
this sh-t be upper echelon, that’s what kind of flex i’m on
you say you next? come on
i come through it wrecked, like give me the check, i’m gone
pa that’s where i’m from, h-town that’s where i stay
texas, that’s what it do, this dirty south mane and we don’t play
reppin’ for young sweet jones, and mama wears his t-jones
that’s the typa sh-t we on
you ain’t with it f-ck n-gga, be gone
[verse 3: smino]
these n-ggas way too phony, something i’ll never respect
you 1-800, i had to call and collect
exfoliate the guest, clean face, clean slate
these n-ggas got cheesecake, my n-ggas got sheeshcake (haha)
i don’t walk outside with hoes, if she pull up, she’s bae
viva la via, i’m usually couped up
prolly why he never had no cosigns, real friends and real time to sell shows it’s a headline, long line marquee smi’
pockets on rikishi, wrestling all my demons (this sh-t isn’t easy)
same time shorty text saying she need me
me? i’m thinking more rio trips, get the luigi, sheesh
mamma mia up in the vip, off the shrooms
all my partners in this b-tch, surround the room
i hope no problems in this b-tch, i assume
and i’m flier than a witch, get the broom
full sweep when i bump i’m coming through (when i’m coming through)
lose heat when i bump coming through
those dreams are finally coming true (oh-oh, oh-oh-oh)

[intermission]
what up fool, what you on man?
n-ggas tryin-, n-ggas tryna be outside tonight or what?
your ass need to get outside the studio
that’s crazy what it like? (pull up [?] n-gga, i’m just moving around)
sh-t i got some hennessy though i just smoked this [?] i feel like superman
[part ii]

[verse]
told my exes, they all should join an art class
all they do is draw conclusions
probably why they hate my smart ass
just played a show in texas
yee-haw, new coupe got horses
couple days we off to memphis
need drugs, need blunts, need forces

[outro]
see my best friends know i might- (pull [?] b-tch n-gga, i’m just moving around)
i don’t know i might change my mind
keep to me, you know what i feel?
sh-t, i don’t know man, it’s complicated (i’m just moving around, yeah)
(i’m just moving it around)

- smino bun b

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