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house man - mike smiff lyrics

they be like smiff boy you rawer than all these n*ggas
man ion know why you ain’t made it yet
i be lookin at my bank account like knowing like
f*ck you n*ggas mean i ain’t make it yet?
f*ck yall n*ggas talkin bout?

i been up for a lil minute now y’all n*ggas trippin
you know how many n*ggas i be sending money to in prison
you hollin you can’t wait for me to make it like a n*gga hurtin
you believe i’m hurtin shid you must never seen a n*gga in person
how the f*ck i’m down bad with a hundred thousand worth a jewelry on
riding in a 2020 with a bad lil b*tch i’m feelin on
i’m out’chea my money up so i do what eva i want
ain’t a neighborhood i won’t go
i move wherever i want
them k!llas round and they’ll spend the block on whoеver i want
them real n*ggas thеy f*ck with me & i don’t give a f*ck who don’t
i’m in the mud with this sh*t
we out of town with all these dracos we thuggin and sh*t
they like why you sign to slip n slide
shid i’m lovin this sh*t
why you all in my business worrying about my publishing b*tch
man sick a n*gga d*ck
y’all n*ggas just bump my sh*t
f*ck you worrying about a n*gga
when i was down bad living in my car you wasn’t concerned about a n*gga
shid i came up fast and i ain’t blow and go commercial
cause ion kiss no ass
but ion be trying to chase the fame i be chasing cash
a lot of rappers y’all think man lit they be doing bad
when i be meeting them n*ggas in person they be really mad
they got them foreigns they got that jewelry but they ain’t got no bag
so when y’all ask why i ain’t make it i try not to laugh
cause y’all just caught up in the image
y’all don’t really know the business
y’all just talking like b*tches
i made 50k off features in one month
ain’t a n*gga in my neighborhood that eva done what i done
i did that with kodak my price done went up
it’s nothing but henny and ice in my cup
i’m fresh out the 6
i rep like a b*tch
i ride with them sticks
um still with the sh*ts
realest in the streets got it locked like pits
fatz in the box i ain’t talking roddy rich
fif on the block moving blocks like mitch
getting rich off dog food trap jumping like jits
looking for a n*gga realer b*tch he don’t exists
michael jackson thriller moon walking in some bricks
big belly rude boy b*tch give me kiss
forty thousand dollars on my mother f*cking wrist
i can co sign your rap career and get you lit
or i can green light your p*ssy ass and get you hit
so n*gga be nice to me don’t get me p*ssed
cause if i tell my lil n*gga blitz they gone blitz
b*tch i’m a big fish theses n*ggas goldfish
these n*ggas knew sh*t ain’t better then my old sh*t
big glock got me walking like i’m tryna slow stick
black jack walking with a stick like he moses
b*tch we gettin money we don’t deal with emotions
throwed off swerving through the gutta like we bowling
n*gga go bananas with them hammers, yea yea
pouring codeine on a phanta, yea yea
young n*gga still on da grind, yea yea
100 million dollars on my mind, yea yea
yea, don’t play crazy n*gga the money way up the shooters way up n*gga the guns way up
yea, we respect all but fear none n*gga that’s how we stepping n*gga
yea, if it’s smoke it’s smoke, but if it’s love it’s love n*gga, know wat i’m saying
we came for the mother f*ckin money n*gga
dats it you can have the rest of that sh*t n*gga we came for the money n*gga
yea, mike smiff, the mother f*cking houseman n*gga

- mike smiff lyrics

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