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  • Текст песни Isaiah Rashad - Smile

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    [Intro]
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
    I mean, I mean
    I gotta, gotta new me
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
    I mean, I mean
    I gotta, gotta new me
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
    I gotta, gotta

    [Verse 1]
    This for the block
    This for lil Kevin and Robin and Rock [?]
    And Tiggi and 40 be quiet, niggas recording
    You went in talking to death in them The House in this bitch
    Bleed her to death, feed on my niggas then leave her to death
    I've been so good with this shit
    Do you live here to die? All them niggas bereaving your steps
    Mama I just wanna shine, pussy ass nigga gon' lean on the ref
    Nigga I woke up this mornin', feeling like I don't be needing myself
    I'ma get bigger than Whoo Kid, who can go harder than Mac?
    Put the lil Xan in my back
    I'ma go harder though, I'ma go harder though
    Look at the martyr go, smokin' the artichoke
    This what you wanted, ain't this what you wanted, this and Tha Carter IV
    I'ma flip me a bitch in the mornin' though
    I'ma flip me a bitch in the mornin' though
    I'ma flip me a bitch and my partners talk shit
    While my niggas say, "This why we in here, this why we did it"

    [Hook]
    My nigga just made it back home
    Pocket full of money, god damn
    Them niggas might smile when they see him
    Nigga made it back home
    Pocket full of money, god damn
    Them niggas might smile when they see him

    [Post-Hook]
    I can't help but, keep my feet up
    Call my kinfolk, dawg
    What you doing, where you going?
    To the hills
    I can't help but, keep my feet up
    Call my kinfolk, dawg
    What you doing, where you going?
    To the hills, to no worries
    They know they're good

    [Verse 2]
    I know a bald headed bitch and she ain't worth shit
    Tryna serve me papers and suck my dick
    Tryna take my son, bitch you ain't worth rocks
    Let me ease my mind, let me kill my lungs
    I don't know your name, I forgot that shit
    I'm for real, four times, yeah
    I won't lose my grip, 'fore I turn Cobain
    It look good next year, yeah
    When I listen to the deacon say it, I'm pullin' over
    I've been prayin' with a reefer head, yeah
    In the valley, meditatin'
    Where you going? Can you take me

    [Hook]
    My nigga just made it back home
    Pocket full of money, god damn
    Them niggas might smile when they see him
    Nigga made it back home
    Pocket full of money, god damn
    Them niggas might smile when they see him

    [Post-Hook]
    I can't help but, keep my feet up
    Call my kinfolk, dawg
    What you doing, where you going?
    To the hills, to no worries
    They know they're good
    I can't help but, keep my feet up
    Call my kinfolk, dawg
    What you doing, where you going?
    To the hills, to no worries
    They know they're good

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