letra de maybach* - smino
lyrics from snippet
[chorus]
who that creepin’ through your maybach?
prolly won’t got paid back
why you ain’t just say that?
bring her up the ray j (what’s that, n-gga)
that’s brandy, brother, me and your b-tch can stand each other
oh, except for when i rip her
[verse 1]
always wear a glove
gary payton, d, i buss her, see me ‘cross clubs
diamonds dance, they think they usher (bling)
hit her, whassup? huh
bet you ain’t know she’s a gusher (gusher), what? (what?)
i’m a known, fatigue her, brother, huh? (woah)
she got the dancin’ crazy, i was like, “baby, oh my god” (ooh)
said she’s mad in love, i’m smino swayze, ’91 (uh)
baby just met a man, she wanna ride some sh-t, i’m pumped (ooh)
don’t worry, we’ll get this money, glad you askin’, follow ‘long
been through it, we throwin’ shots, we’ll prove it
they told me, “do my job,” b-tch, i’ma overdo it (overdo it)
you better make me feel special (special)
and put your shoulders to it (ooh)
my n-ggas came from the ground (ground)
from the mud until we grew it (grew it, ooh)
[chorus]
who that creepin’ through your maybach?
prolly won’t got paid back
why you ain’t just say that?
bring her up the ray j (what’s that, n-gga)
that’s brandy, brother, me and your b-tch can stand each other
oh, except for when i rip her
[verse 2]
my b-tch like f-ckin’ me with the lights on (uh)
’cause she like seein’ what i done, huh
i might just shoot at your b like a bison
shawty been all on my python, huh
i shoot my shot and it swish like nylon
ain’t no big homie put me on, huh
it was just me-me-me-me like i’m dialin’
i was there makin’ them bands, huh
i don’t do ke-ke-ke-ke with your strange voice
yeah, don’t be washin’ your hands, boy
i pull up, b-b-b-b, b-tch, i’m outside
what was that sh-t you was sayin’ boy?
i spent two thousand to keep my pants tucked
they fallin’, got thirty bands tucked
i usually keep this sh-t all on the visa
but f-ck it, tonight we got dancers
yeah, she a stripper, taste just like candy
i think her name was candace
she said she heard ’bout me, i’m a artist
then let me paint on her canvas
d-mn this, feelin’ like an episode of simpsons yellow b-tch geeked up, yellow time, that pool in the tequila
gimme laptop, gotta call a toshiba, d-mn, hoo
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