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smoove lyrics - get the fuck out of my face lyrics

[chorus] 4x
get the f-ck out of my face!
kick rocks with no shoes or socks/
get away from me, be gone; leave me alone/

[verse 1]
do you really wanna know what grinds my gears?
them whack -ss rappers that come up at me
demanding a free beat babbling in my ear
talkin bout yo flow is impeccable, you be stacking and mackin money
you finna sign a deal with universal and got some cutty
bragging about a single on the radio; being chummy
but you don’t wanna pay for the instrumental
ha! you funny
then they wanna get mad at me
telling me that they could easily get a beat for the low, low
well then why you comin at me for?
well i was gone shout you out and give you some promo
i can do all that myself
if you ain’t talkin cake, then stop jeffin;
get up out my face, impeding on my wealth
and don’t hit me up on facebook, twitter, soundcloud, or gmail
like yo tracks be so smooth, but soon as i give the prices you turn tail
yet yo verses consist of jewelry, cars, or clothes
or you be gettin trippy off of the purple kush
sippin liquor with skinny b-tches;
claimin that you f-ck them hoes
so don’t be comin at me thinking you about to get a smoove track for the free
you better get with a stupid n-gga because ima tell you f-u pay me
typical rappers like you hinder my paper chase
so if you ain’t tryina pay up; ay..

[chorus]

[verse 2]
i’m sick of these garbage rappers that keep on askin me
with alacrity, if i could spit a verse rapidly
i give em apathy, cause my rhapsody ain’t for free
and the songs they give me practically sound like tragedies
i don’t got time for incompetent lyricist that persist to spit
with an alchemist of syllables and rhythms cause you can’t spit for sh-t
back up and get out of my face if you bringing negativity to me
cause i don’t wanna be surrounded by loony mothaf-ckas
that wanna be coming to get in my area, bringing a n-gga down with the wickedness you pursue
because i’m bout to eliminate everybody that wanna hate on me
tellin me that i will never make it and jealous of me
my tolerance level is low
i don’t wanna talk about it if it ain’t money or music hoe
i ain’t tryina be bothered with cancerous n-ggas in my sp-ce
so i’ma tell you straight up, ay

[chorus til end]

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