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nyce - smiler lyrics

[intro]
don’t f*ck around
don’t f*ck around
yeah, uh*huh
yo
don’t f*ck around

[verse 1]
never been to rio or gibraltar
but been around the block, i went from zero to a quarter
opened up the shop, where’s your p? here is your order
whatever you need, you just call me mr. porter
a dealer in a drop, mitch and rico on the corner
a gunner on the ends before theo was a baller
a ton of magic made, from the street, from on the corner
but my greatest accolade, i’m a hero to my daughter (don’t f*ck around)
what’s the mo’ when you plan a revolt?
but bеcause you’re quiet, thеy think you slacked and fell low
and man that used to worship you won’t shoot a man a h*llo
please, i’m out in ess*x like i’m brian bello
denim shorts on, new mayflys
skin fade still immaculate, you know what j likes
burnin’ my own trees, wish i could stay high but that ain’t life
i got work to do, it’s the bad guy, say hi
[chorus]
don’t f*ck around
don’t f*ck around

[verse 2]
your opinion on smiler’s irrelevant if you ain’t revellin’
you’re stuck in your crib abusin’ ketamine
revellin’ in history, feelin’ empowered
puffin’ medicine, i’m sellin’ it
you’re nothin’ but a fiend, here’s your real story, i’m tellin’ it
you never put no work in, adversaries lookin’ for you, lurkin’
stuff man in the boot for talkin’ cute
gettin’ loot, sellin’ toot
, ready to shoot, i’m that person
so many bricks, i can build your house for certain (don’t f*ck around)
you been a nitty from i was runnin’ the city
shout when you came
i’m butane, jay hova, 2 chains in new chains
they said that rap fire is gone, i’m the new flame
ozil of the food game, essential to the food chain
you’re runnin’ out of meters, i’m a long ruler
the don nkrumah, black star, still here, non*mover
never runnin’ out of drive, i ain’t a computer
i’m on moves, cuz, a king, you’re still a consumer

[chorus]
don’t f*ck around
don’t f*ck around
[verse 3]
i slowed the flow down so every word is crystal
talkin’ ’bout the p, you got a nerve, i got a fistful
me broke? you’re wishful
i’d rather bally up and tote my pistol than pitfall
too focused on my fiscal
i went from greasy fiends to easy*clean
then elementary, then portfolio music management
then portfolio music limited, a greenwich kid
major wins, couple l’s, my skin is thick
eddir kadi, o2 arena, i fronted eighty large
returned with apr, you know the rate we charge
couple buildings, flossin’ from a pickney
couple whips, six*speed, flossin’ like i pick t**th
you with me?
this is god gospel, and it’s my view
just to remind you
you know what i do

[chorus]
don’t f*ck around
don’t f*ck around

- smiler lyrics

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