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blu billy - smino lyrics

[intro]
smino love you
sh*t, lil’ monte on the beat, you got it on repeat
word out on the streets, zero got the heat
sh*t, uh

[chorus]
i know hitters, i know dealers, i know girls that set up n*ggas
i know preachers, i know healers
and i really don’t feel no difference
we all hustlers, blue billy, we conditioned by condition
capitalistic, read through the lipstick
sh*t that they make up make us forget sh*t
i beat your face up if ain’t no paystub by friday
(i want my motherf*ckin’ check, n*gga, you better quit playin’ with me, i swear to god i’ll come blow this b*tch up)
don’t wanna lay up, still i’m a lеg up in l.a
[verse 1]
i see you came with empty styrofoam, it’s cool, i pour in your cup
shawty insane, that’s how i know shе got that juicy fruit want her guts
chewin’ and smackin’, i’m actually enjoyin’ that action, that coochie be packin’ a punch (oh)
we f’in to lloyd the mayweather
got the box and now she want a ring
selfish, i don’t wanna share a baby, let her all by myself, yada mean?
blacker the berry, burberry sheets
this the best version i seen of me
candy paint coupe but don’t thing it’s sweet
y’all better worry bout my unreleased
baby don’t wait till i’m outta reach (h*llo?)

[chorus]
i know hitters, i know dealers, i know girls that set up n*ggas
i know preachers, i know healers
and i really don’t feel no difference
we all hustlers, blu billy, we conditioned by condition
capitalistic, read through the lipstick
sh*t that they make up make us forget sh*t
i beat your face up if ain’t no paystub by friday
(i want my motherf*ckin’ check, n*gga, you better quit playin’ with me, i swear to god i’ll come blow this b*tch up)
don’t wanna lay up, still i’m a leg up in l.a

[verse 2]
busy you, busy me, like, how busy can busy be?
hardly catchin’ z’s, no fatigue
hate it when it rain, missy e
nefertiti chain, oh, she deep
eat her with a spoon, call her reese
then we f*ckin’, burnin’ calories
i couldn’t give you a better reason
f*ck with you ’cause you f*ck with me
f*ck with me, yeah, you f*ck with smi’
told them girls to beat it, sheila e
eat a d, dis the e.n.d
pnd playin’ on the speaks
smi’ e o big
[chorus]
i know hitters, i know dealers, i know girls that set up n*ggas
i know preachers, i know healers
and i really don’t feel no difference
we all hustlers, blue billy, we conditioned by condition
capitalistic, read through the lipstick
sh*t that they make up make us forget sh*t
she said, “smino, love you”

[outro]
entrepre*n*gga, entrepre*n*gga, i did it all on my own
entrepre*n*gga, entrepre*n*gga, i did a lot on my own
entrepre*n*gga, i’m just a n*gga, i did it–, uh
entrepre*n*gga, entrepre*n*gga, i put the clip in, i pull the trigger
i make the whole gun, i smith & wess’ them
step with the bro*bro, yeah with the brethren
stay with the throat*goat, greatest excedrin
she ain’t know, ho, i’m just a legend
this ain’t no promo, this is a pressing
i know smino love you

- smino lyrics

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