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xxxatch - smir lyrics

[intro: smir]
w*w*w*w*woah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
w*w*w*w*woah
w*w*w*w*woah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
w*w*w*w*woah, w*w*woah
oh oh (yeah, yeah, yeah)

[verse 1: smir]
it’s for certain we gotta keep dis sh*t in da curtains (w*woah)
it’s for certain i got her f*cking legs hurtin’ (w*woah)
she was a virgin, but now yeah she learnin’
i rub her in some ointment, babygirl enjoyin’
she thought it was a joystick the way that she be toyin’
she thought that i was perfect, but my heart is toxic poison (oh, yeah)
she came to f*ck, it was picture perfect
different person when she textin’, guеss her heart was hurtin’
(woah w*w*woah)
now she wanna f*ck again
but i ain’t еver going back in
yeah she fake, two*faced
crushed up molly in her face, on our first f*cking date
took her back to the stu’ and showed her what i just made
broke her back in the stu’, got her an uber back to her place
she been feelin’ all on me i been on the amphetamine
yeah we all gon die someday, so i keep me a k just in case
yeah, pray to god i don’t get caught by a stray
but if it happens i guess that’s my faith
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
[verse 2: semmy ♰]
she wanna f*ck on the motherf*ckin’ gang (woah)
n*gga be talkin’ that smack
lil boy come say that sh*t to my face (yeah)
i got smir up in the cut and he gon’ turn you to a case
n*ggas talkin’ all that sh*t
lil boy just stay up in yo’ place
step on these motherf*ckin’ shoes if you want to
i don’t even know you n*gga get back
we cut a n*gga like we usin’ pro tools
i’m tryna put a n*gga in a pack
and i can’t wife no hoe
cause baby you not in my bracket
all that talkin’ that you doin’
let my lil n*ggas catch you (yeah, yeah*yeah)
baby i can’t even motherf*ckin’ vent (woah*woah)
baby that’s why i got no f*ckin’ friends (yeah, yeah)
baby stop callin’ my phone
unless you comin’ over and takin’ off that thong
gunshots left and right n*gga get the f*ck off yo’ phone
cause it could go wrong, man just go home
(yeah, yeah, yeah)

[outro: semmy ♰]
baby i can’t even motherf*ckin’ vent (woah*woah)
baby that’s why i got no f*ckin’ friends (yeah, yeah)
baby stop callin’ my phone
unless you comin’ over and takin’ off that thong
gunshots left and right n*gga get the f*ck off yo’ phone
cause it could go wrong, man just go home

- smir lyrics

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