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smiley - moderation lyrics

[verse 1]
i heard he dropped, no one playin’ that (f+ck that sh+t up)
take my credit card, you could pay with that (the black card boys)
so much up and downs like wonderland
trap jumpin’ like spider+man (ha)
feel like venom of this jig+a+boo (yeah)
sign a deal for like a mill or two (yeah)
she used to meet me on the avenue (sheesh)
yeah, i know you like penthouse view
i wanna meet you in hawaii (i wanna)
cary the 6 like kawai
buy or bye this b+tch bye (bye)
i love my hoes, i’m so bias (so)
i give her molly, make her try it (take that)
i swear tomorrow’s mk’s trial
forgot my taxes, better file it
he wanted a half chick, i eye it
how he the shooter and the driver?
october scary, michael myers
you don’t have billionaire friends (you don’t have that), what we talking ’bout? (what we speakin’?)
we all winnin’, glizz just bought a house (yeah)

[chorus]
i’m really drinkin’ in moderation
buy or bye, it’s an operation
you know it’s monday so let me motivated him
i shouldn’t even talk, i’m so intoxicated
i’m so name brand, gotta switch locations
i sign producers, now i give ’em placements
i’m so focused, i know this sh+t contagious
cullina, this b+tch a sp+ce ship
it’s like a strip club, just watch the ratio
what i go through, it’s really in my notes (in my notes)
i use her house my rent, i give her tokes
i get amnesia so i hate to smoke
[verse 2]
i was on house arrest, i kept the roach
she want cc, his budget coach
you a sag for your birthday, you want a new coat
i popped a perk and then an addy, now i feel ’em both
my kinda date is the studio, her p+ssy wet got me singin’ like durkio
i can’t bring you to my house, i don’t trust these hoes
all these perkys in my pocket look like cheerios
i didn’t wanna go to school, i had to save me first
always late for school but had to make the trizzy first
i left the trizzy but i’m still alert
i met my garden b+tch from goin’ to church
all this fake love, it really hurt
i’m in a honda with a uzi vert
i stopped f+ckin’ down the place, don’t want her p+ssy burn
i’m gettin’ trap money, my four pockets filled with germs
i looked it over, you could sign it, i already seen the terms

- smiley lyrics

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