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• Artiste: FattMack
• Titre: LL Smaky
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(Ayo, 10) Fatt (Ayy, say, Wicked, what up, man? What up?) I done been up a whole week, I still told bro bring more beans I told you I wanted you then and you ghosted me I cannot believe that you put him above me Smak popped sixteen 30s and OD'd (Yeah) I pop a pill every day, I'm a dope fiend I cannot love you like I love these drugs You can keep your advice, I don't need you to coach me She pull up, eat the dick like poultry I'm rubbin' off on these niggas like lotion How the fuck I'ma get to know the new you? Honestly, I'm still in love with the old you As soon as we lеave, we connect likе Bluetooth You always come back to me and I told you (Yeah) We talked on the phone and you ain't even respond back the last time I told you I love you And I hung up on you, I wasn't in the mood to come let you play with my emotions I got you callin' right back tryna tell me you love me too for to smooth shit over (Yeah) I know you got my back, so you know that I'm choosin' you over all these hoes No matter how big the crowd, I wanna see your face front row every show She know that I got hella poles, she know that I ain't gon' tell her no She know I'll crash out and go leave one dead, she kinda keep me at home She know in my mind that I'm still that same lil' nigga when nobody noticed me She know that I hope that she don't leave 'cause I'll be all alone I know you see me callin' your phone, don't be surprised when I'm beatin' on your door That message that you just texted me was so foul, you hurt me to my core Bitch, I don't wanna hear you say that shit out loud 'cause might break my heart some more After all them times you used my shoulder to cry, I never had an arm To wipe my face and dry my fuckin' eyes, every time it rain, it pour Can't believe I made it out, nigga, we was just ridin' 'round town four deep in a Honda Accord I hate when them monkey-ass niggas try to come 'round, get in my business, the fuck is you, Curious George? He act like he slide, but he actually not, that lil' boy need an Oscar award I done been up a whole week, I still told bro bring more beans I told you I wanted you then and you ghosted me I cannot believe that you put him above me Smak popped sixteen 30s and OD'd (Yeah) I pop a pill every day, I'm a dope fiend I cannot love you like I love these drugs You can keep your advice, I don't need you to coach me She pull up, eat the dick like poultry I'm rubbin' off on these niggas like lotion How the fuck I'ma get to know the new you? Honestly, I'm still in love with the old you As soon as we leave, we connect like Bluetooth You always come back to me and I told you (Yeah) We talked on the phone and you ain't even respond back the last time I told you I love you