Fake Smile
Start the day wit a blunt
Got dis fireball in my cup
Hit the pedal all through my city
90s kid wit no touch
Feel like im comin up
Roll me a spliff wit some sticky like bubblegum
She might deny it delete it or hide it
Just know that she told me im always her number one
You might say you got paper
Im lookin i dont see much
She aint gon marry you truss we gon bury you
If you aint more than tha crutch
Dance on tha grave like its double dutch
Automatic on the pistol whip and tha clutch
I aint gang but ive seen enough
I aint bang but im still in love
V4 when im pullin up
Rolla be whippin Nicole a explode on the bus
Hope i dont crush
Emotional rush
Im hopin she blush
Back to my crib
Shake her model bottle til it erupts
Mami mami
You know xactly what to call it
Me and all my friends bout to be some alcoholics
Mind over matter
When you lightin up the shatter
This is what it feel like when you make it out the rafter
Aint no rapper
Gon tell me how i should live
Got some cheese wiz and mr pibb
Talkin to tha homie bout whats comin after this
He say he dropped tha rubber
Now he may just have a kid
Fake smiles
When they tell me that they winnin wit women
Im fake grinnin
Fake smiles
I want the kitten so i guess i gotta listen
Catch me grinnin wit tha fake smiles
If she tell you that she leavin
You dont even need a reason
Fake smiles
Got dis fireball in my cup
Hit the pedal all through my city
90s kid wit no touch
Feel like im comin up
Roll me a spliff wit some sticky like bubblegum
She might deny it delete it or hide it
Just know that she told me im always her number one
You might say you got paper
Im lookin i dont see much
She aint gon marry you truss we gon bury you
If you aint more than tha crutch
Dance on tha grave like its double dutch
Automatic on the pistol whip and tha clutch
I aint gang but ive seen enough
I aint bang but im still in love
V4 when im pullin up
Rolla be whippin Nicole a explode on the bus
Hope i dont crush
Emotional rush
Im hopin she blush
Back to my crib
Shake her model bottle til it erupts
Mami mami
You know xactly what to call it
Me and all my friends bout to be some alcoholics
Mind over matter
When you lightin up the shatter
This is what it feel like when you make it out the rafter
Aint no rapper
Gon tell me how i should live
Got some cheese wiz and mr pibb
Talkin to tha homie bout whats comin after this
He say he dropped tha rubber
Now he may just have a kid
Fake smiles
When they tell me that they winnin wit women
Im fake grinnin
Fake smiles
I want the kitten so i guess i gotta listen
Catch me grinnin wit tha fake smiles
If she tell you that she leavin
You dont even need a reason
Fake smiles
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Writer(s): Swim Taylor
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