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shmack - d7 lyrics

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[verse 1: d7]
claim that you’re beez in the trap like nicki
but you’re sweet like honey, watch sh-t get sticky
cats soon start come, i’m talking ’bout ticky
while you’re chilling, billing up a loud burn with ricky, yuck
ask my mum, i’ve been picky
don’t f-ck dead tings, don’t care for no quickie
if i ever see another mc with my ex
run di mc, watch sh-t get tricky
girls say i’m a smooth yout like diggy
still stand up on occasion like it’s no biggie
don’t stand still like a mannequin on the scene
i’m weaving this one but it can get wiggy
say that you skid and swerve, nah, it’s not that
crept through with a black one, nah, it’s not matte
bro walked in the rave with a bulge in the jumper
guard said ‘llow it, nah, it’s not that

[refrain 1: d7]
you’re not a g, my guy, don’t talk smack
running up your mouth until you hear smack
dipping and diving till you get smack
nah, i’m not a wham yout, you can still get smack
you’re not a g, my guy, don’t talk smack
running up your mouth until you hear smack
dipping and diving till you get smack
not a wham yout, but you can get smack

[verse 2: merky ace]
i’m always ready for the p-ssa
(always ready)
gyal say i’m facety, rude
got no manners, but i still smashed her (whoa)
feet up on the sofa
she said it’s expensive but i said it don’t matter
even though i know she got it from ikea
went along with it ’cause to me, it’s all banter
on a movie, man cut ’cause he didn’t give it all
like an enthusiastic actor
smoke like the pipe on the back of a tractor
big rambo, not no protractor
screw up my face and swear to the camera
when paps take pics cuh man do bad stuff
talk smack, yeah, they chat ’nuff
till i bun man’s skin like amm buds

[refrain 2: merky ace]
said he’s on me, must be shooting smack
feds catch me? then my wrist’s getting smack
cuh the ting what me have exclusive smack
catch me with his gyal doing booty smack
said he’s on me, must be shooting smack
feds catch me? then my wrist’s getting smack
cuh the ting what me have exclusive smack
catch me with his gyal doing booty smack

[verse 3: d7]
ask merk, ask splurt, in the blue, you’ll get bax
moved house, still moving the food, don’t get taxed
no trouble in the ends, just used to look back
call daniel-son for youts to get wax
mad max, head back
tek the weed, left the what? get whacked
mek a yout man lie on his boss and get sacked
come tek weh every last bit that you stack
mad, bet you want all that back
cuh we’re shooting inside your head like one mac
head’s telling you to ride and get that pack
but your good heart is telling you to rest this cack
all for the love of the mula, it’s like crack
outlook [?]
i’m back, now we’re going on tour for that rack
music put all of my bros dem on track

[refrain 3: d7]
like i boxed out the whip, you’ll get smoked
z of the cali but that got smoked
jezzy in the hotel and she got smoked
backfired in the hotel but i still smoked
like i boxed out the whip, you’ll get smoked
z of the cali but that got smoked
jezzy in the hotel and she got smoked
backfired in the hotel but i still smoked

[verse 4: merky ace]
forget sending, i’ll bring a twenty deck of benson
might just survive if you’re kenyan (run)
the only reason he’s still alive
’cause the doctor done the electric chest ting (beep)
tryna see his abdomen and intestines
what’s my slogan? must can get injury
from the bloodclart new roulette ting (bap, bap, bap)
.44 silver, not no .32 red (nah)
can’t talk your way out, i heard what you said
they say they’re on ends, they’re hiding in kent
inched up with one gyal, ain’t paying no rent
all that smack gon’ get them smoked
if a man start fire, stay down and get choked
two hands on the handle, it’s frying like po’
it didn’t come with no instruction manual
it came with a cloud of smoke

[refrain 4: merky ace]
you just wanna talk sh-t while you’re chilling and smoke
ups, i’m delivering smoke
dem boy dere not real, it’s all mirrors and smoke
send these street signals in smoke
you just wanna talk sh-t while you’re chilling and smoke
ups, i’m delivering smoke
dem boy dere not real, it’s all mirrors and smoke
send these street signals in smoke

[outro]
uh, things should be business, never personal anyway
yeah, you know sometimes, you know business is personal, it’s a thing in life, so
they gon’ cross sometimes
but sometimes with me, you know that it’s all business with me, but
i ain’t gon’ let n0body disrespect me, period

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