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smackdatshit 2 - aestheticboys lyrics

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[intro]
aestheticboys. bro, what are these names dude?
(blacktoothgrin)
i’ma smackdatsh-t then i, yuh
smackdatsh-t then i, yuh
i’ma smackdatsh-t then i, yuh
i’ma, i’ma, i’ma, i’ma

[verse 1: yung percs]
i’ma splash on your b-tch, like a watergun
97 nike’s on my feet, like i’m boutta run
woke up to the guap, yeah b-tch
know i got ’em funds, ayy
got the drum on the glock
but my shootas ain’t for fun

i got shootas they on balconies, i rock givenchy
bad b-tch comin’ through the crib
like, who the h-ll is she?
but i’d smash, if she let me
pray to god that she a freak
yeah, she got me ’round her fingers
but i’m standin’ up, ain’t weak

(i’ma smackdatsh-t, then i smash her right, ayy)
shawty give me love, shawty make me feel right
yeah she better love me, ’cause her hand is full of ice
know that sh-t came out my pocket, i just swipe don’t check no price

with this guap now
i got new hoes, i got new clothes
i run shows with my new flows
know my neck is froze
you bump my sh-t, on your new bose
but now i’m really done spittin’, b-tch
so i p-ss it to my bro, ayy

[verse 2: lil trash]
walking fast, drippin’ bands outta my pocket
everybody hatin’ on my style, i’ma shoot you with my rocket
you can sip from a bucket, i’m a rapper on a budget
i’ma make sure you can’t touch it (aye, aye)

p-ss it to my bro, you know me, i got h-lla hoes
they be chasing after me, ’cause i got nice clothes
every b-tch is fine, like it’s beauty and the beast
call me martin luther king, i have a really nice speech

lil perc on the beat, lil trash on the beat
we be making money on the rap sh-t, easy
we on the stage and the b-tches they so lit
open the pit, everybody jumping in and sh-t

smackdatsh-t, yeah you know me
smack that b-tch in the back, now she hatin’ on me
i don’t really care ’cause she loves my music
then i’m getting paid, now she wanna be my wifey

yeah, i’m a skaterboy, you’re maybe a hater boy
skating in a skatepark, percs in a dream car, yeah
he be drivin’ he be flexin’ all week
all the haters pullin’ up, they gotta catch me some lean, oh yeah

[verse 3: $eventeen]
it’s $eventeen with a dream and a heart full of gold
you can find me at the stu’, or buy tickets for my show
saw me riding in a coupe, now she blowing up my phone
but i’m off on to the moon, can’t be f-cking with no hoe

started at the bottom now we climbing to the top
going all the way, had to get it, never flop
all these b-tches shake their -ss, when they hear the beat drop
so we pull up to the club and we wreckin’ up the spot

i be running with a choppa down the street
got like five b-tches, everybody wanna freak
i’m with the gang, making money, stacking cheese
steppin’ up to me, lil homie take a seat

see no compet-tion, everybody outta sight
i’ve been rappin’ 2 years, now we reaching new heights
did a couple shows and my future is looking bright
you can call me bruce wayne, how i raise up at the night

[outro]
smackdatsh-t, i’ma, i’ma
i’ma smackdatsh-t, i’ma, i’ma
i’ma smackdatsh-t then i, yuh
smackdatsh-t then i, yuh
ab gang

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