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lirik lagu 38 – smiley

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[intro: pressa & lil juice]
(tay keith, f*ck these n*ggas up)
i keep a glock, a .38, uh
i keep a glock, a .38, uh
i keep a glock, a .38, uh
i keep a glock, yeah, uh

[verse 1: pressa]
i keep a glock, a .38
i bought a brick, i’m in the trap but only came with 28 grams total
b*tch, i feel like jessie james
my mind is steady trippin’, hope this weed will eat my brain
b*tch, i hope it simulate my brain
t dub in the cut, i call him mister getaway
my crodie buss an ap, but i told ’em show a plane
’cause it’s plane jane sky [?] twenty k, n*gga

[chorus: pressa]
we kick your door, n*gga, everybody on the floor, n*gga
boy if you trappin’ in this b*tch, answer your phone, n*gga
catch me with 35, see crodie, he a known hitter
i was out there trappin’ all night, came home to cold dinners
i was out there ballin’ all night, no one to coach me
my junkie fiendin’ all night, gave him a bogie
jumped in the stoley, crodie went got a trophy
so shoutout crodie ’cause half of these n*ggas got cold feet
[verse 2: smiley]
glock, a .38, in the la, h*lla state (in the hills)
they got mk in the hole while they got me on the stage (free mk)
got these nephews and a niece, i’m tryna keep these n*ggas safe (huh?)
when i go they’re gonna say their uncle left them with a safe
gang, b*tch, i’m put them on the wave
my lil’ n*gga hatin’ on me, i’m startin’ to book the plane (they hatin’)
i can never be the same (no)
got me drivin’ on the jane
all these b*tches move the same
they’re just lookin’ for a stain, b*tch, yeah
take her shoppin’ when she sad
if he don’t, n*ggas will make him feel like he’s will smith
take her lil’ ass ruth chris (take her)
my lil’ n*ggas shoot this (yeah)
we movin’ so ruthless

[chorus: pressa]
we kick your door, n*gga, everybody on the floor, n*gga
boy if you trappin’ in this b*tch, answer your phone, n*gga
catch me with 35, see crodie, he a known hitter
i was out there trappin’ all night, came home to cold dinners
i was out there ballin’ all night, no one to coach me
my junkie fiendin’ all night, gave him a bogie
jumped in the stoley, crodie went got a trophy
so shoutout crodie ’cause half of these n*ggas got cold feet
[outro: pressa]
i keep a glock, a .38, uh
i keep a glock, a .38, uh
i keep a glock, a .38, uh
i keep a glock, yeah, uh
i keep a glock, a .38, uh

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