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smooky margielaa - smooky's story lyrics

that’s where the motherf-ckin’ b-ss is

(chorus)
i need to get paid, paid, paid (i need to get paid)
i ain’t f-ckin’ with no lame, lame, lame (i ain’t f-ckin’ with no lame)
i need to get paid, paid, paid (i need to get paid)
i ain’t f-ckin’ with no lame, lame, lame (i ain’t f-ckin’ with no lame)
i need to get paid, paid, paid (i need to get paid)
i ain’t f-ckin’ with no lame, lame, lame (i ain’t f-ckin’ with no lame)
i need to get paid, paid, paid (i need to get paid)
i ain’t f-ckin’ with no lame, lame, lame (i ain’t f-ckin’ with no lame)

(verse: 1)
in the trap house where we ball (where we ball)
i’ve been mixing dirty stuff and that sh-t got me stuck
i was trappin’ in these streets i only had a ball
robbin’ n-ggas left and right and i didn’t give a f-ck (and i didn’t give a f-ck)
now you see me livin’ in the hills, ya (i was robbin’ n-ggas)
i be countin’ back these hundred dollar bills, ya (i was doing sh-t)
now they see us winnin’ now these n-ggas wanna hate (they hate)
i shoulda always knew that all that all these n-ggas was just fake (all these n-ggas was just fake)
i’m drivin’ to the mall and i’m about to cop some bape
f-ck my money up and ima turn into an ape (an ape)
windows all black like a limousine (like a limousine)
come i look at your girl and all she do is faint (whip)
i be workin’ hard while these n-ggas sleep (shush)
i got a rack or a mil’ in my robin jeans (ay)
went to school did bad and i said f-ck my dean (f-ck my dean)
i used to always get in trouble ‘cos i wouldn’t read (‘cos i couldn’t read)
now it’s back to hustlin’ in the streets, ya
ain’t have a crib, i didn’t have no where to sleep, ya (to sleep)

(verse: 2)
they look at smooky and they d-mn he a g, ya (he a g)
he with drew drippy and that n-gga hold the beam ya (i hold the beam)
yo girl sippin’ lean and now she leanin’ (she leanin’)
smooky on the track then it ain’t stinking (not stinking)
yo girl in love with me i f-cked her then i’m dipping(and i’m dipping)
throw a op in the scene and leave that n-gga sinkin’
ash in the car
easy in the car (in the car)
drew drippy in the car
all my n-ggas count bars (all my n-ggas count bars)
friends v-lone, i can rock that every day (i can rock her every day)
i gotta lotta guap so i can cop that any day (i can cop that any day)
i just hopped right out the v and your girl wanna give me face (face)
shoutout x that’s my barber he just got like 20k (got like 20k)
i be rockin’ fur like a eskimo (i can rock)
pulled a lotta zeros one and then a decimal (than a decimal)
in my city play my song up on the radio
pull yo girl up and tell her give me some f-ll-tio

(verse: 3)
p,p,pull up in the whip (whip)
new designer kicks (new designer kicks)
skirt up with yo chick (chick)
raf simmons on the sh-t (on the sh-t)
rolla roll around why she roll around (why she roll around)
she she i just copped the pound and gave my bros an ounce
walkin’ round the [?] i heard my song on the speaker now (on the speaker now)
ya, she actin’ up and i can block her or delete her now (i can block her or delete her now)
i be gettin guap i be countin’ guap (countin’ guap)
i just an op my bros gon’ make him [?] ([?])
diamonds on my chain
all my n-ggas be on blang
if you try to run up on me i got diamonds on my rang (on my rang)
only f-ckin’ with my mains
only f-ckin’ with my main
i ain’t f-ckin’ with no lames
‘cos i just need to get paid

- smooky margielaa lyrics

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