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smithboy (dee.money) - snake [shootnowkilleverything] lyrics

first off f-ck yo cl!ck and the sh-t that you claim
and you claim you gettin money but you n-ggas is lame…
know n-ggas shootin fa living. they just wanna make a k!lling
from robbin n-ggas sense-less.. poppin pills with no prescription
you ah p-ssy p-ssy we should douche’n instead dissin
since khidaman retired. my team is my only compet-tion
you put my flow on repeat. i now know for repet-tion
all these black and white dreams. envisioned my composition
you betta den me? that’s only on 2 conditions
all the real n-ggas went & you only n-gga spittin..

aye real talk name another n-gga f-ck with me…
i mean us.. we drafted our fantys just take ah look at team..
im manning up. true t religion, andrew luck fo the green..
you so worried we running thangs forgot to look fa the screen…

my flow dope…swear in my dreams i gotta fight off fiends..
got ta cuff off hoes.. cuz these b-tches ah scheme..
got stressing call n textin like where the f-ck have you been
tryna cheer for da leader cuz this sh-t is retinue…

haaann…

its like he would try me. but he ain’t dumb..
you know old wannabe rappin n-ggas, he dey son..
make dat p-ssy fleming young until i see dat c-m..
so if invite to my crib then beat she gone come

(cuz if you having girl problems i feel bad for you son
i got 99 problems rap sh-t ain’t one)
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im about go trinidad james, sh-t bouts get ugly
predicted the crucifixion so how da f-ck can judge me
not mention my city team my whole hood love me
so if you talkin bout the best den you betta discuss me…
leave you milk spoiled. disloyal n-gga dat sh-t just disuses me..
let her see my pot gold n bet i get lucky…
i build ah surge n not waiting fa booastin -ss n-ggas to plug me

mafia fa life n-gga f-ck team russy..
cuz you o-soo p-ssy..
dont push me im predator light years ahead ya schedule
got skeptical .scared to see what the tech ah so
got em scared to see what the tech ah so.. body shots on my block..
ak tear you n yo whip apart.. welcome to the chop shop
graduation. if you make it, this the school of hard knocks
& keep on spitting cardiac until f-ckin heart stop…

(talking)
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switch cl!cks to d-ck suck.. you should be ashamed bra..
pose to my lil bro d-mn des n-gga changed up..
so did i..polo shades.. ah n-gga gave dem frames up..
funny n-ggas hatin on me the same n-ggas i came up with…
f-ck you talking bout.. n-gga why you funny…(huh)..
tryin me for some you juice.. (tryna play me like im dumb)..
wait till i’m getting me some.. you ain’t getting none like nun
somebody… that got sense of direction tell this n-gga were im from..
southwest wear a vest.. choppa tout and nothing else..
money talks and itz cuz the only person i talk to is my f-ckin self..
lean strong weed strong yea bad for my f-ckin health…
just tryn understand if not you den get overwhelmed…..

all sh-t smithboyz in dis b-tch…
smoking loud by the 8thy drinking remy by the fifth..
smoking fire.. ciroc bout cold as my b-tch..
or like detroit if you from here then you know just how cold sh-t can get

- smithboy dee money lyrics

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