Smile 4 Me
Bitch what is we doing? We fucking or getting some money?
Prove it, don't tell me you love me
Check my kicks no I'm never bummy
And we putting in work no I'm never lucky
Love my brothers we never ever switching
On the gang no we never ever snitching
Ima dream big for a skinny nigga
Smoke a lot weed, I don't need liquor
Bro honestly I don't need niggas
I'm the one to keep it G wit ya
Bitch Ima king like a Egyptian
She gone throw it back like a flea flicker
Heard she got a kid, I can't be wit ya
These hoes for the streets and the curb
I heard the beat, had to murder a verse
4 In the morning, up on my off day
And it's fuck yo respect I feel like Kenny Lofton
Ain't got shit but my word and my johnson
Ain't got shit but my word Microsoft it
3 Fingers in the air, you know I'm from the Nawf Land
Thinking back to the time when I almost lost it
I had to learn me some things
I finally got me some cheese now these bitches is smiling for me
They'll risk anything but I used to be broke and I promise to never go back
Don't want me to look but we know yo shit fat
Either keep it a stack or let's stack us some racks
Remember back then it was height that I lacked
I couldn't do nothing but grind that's a fact
I got people that's proud of me now and you know it's all love
I put on for the Nawf and you know that's fasho
Life was never this sweet, wasn't kisses or hugs
But come chill wit me bae, every thug needs some love
Don't tell me ya love me
Ima dream big for a skinny nigga
3 Fingers in the air, you know I'm from the Nawf Land
Prove it, don't tell me you love me
Check my kicks no I'm never bummy
And we putting in work no I'm never lucky
Love my brothers we never ever switching
On the gang no we never ever snitching
Ima dream big for a skinny nigga
Smoke a lot weed, I don't need liquor
Bro honestly I don't need niggas
I'm the one to keep it G wit ya
Bitch Ima king like a Egyptian
She gone throw it back like a flea flicker
Heard she got a kid, I can't be wit ya
These hoes for the streets and the curb
I heard the beat, had to murder a verse
4 In the morning, up on my off day
And it's fuck yo respect I feel like Kenny Lofton
Ain't got shit but my word and my johnson
Ain't got shit but my word Microsoft it
3 Fingers in the air, you know I'm from the Nawf Land
Thinking back to the time when I almost lost it
I had to learn me some things
I finally got me some cheese now these bitches is smiling for me
They'll risk anything but I used to be broke and I promise to never go back
Don't want me to look but we know yo shit fat
Either keep it a stack or let's stack us some racks
Remember back then it was height that I lacked
I couldn't do nothing but grind that's a fact
I got people that's proud of me now and you know it's all love
I put on for the Nawf and you know that's fasho
Life was never this sweet, wasn't kisses or hugs
But come chill wit me bae, every thug needs some love
Don't tell me ya love me
Ima dream big for a skinny nigga
3 Fingers in the air, you know I'm from the Nawf Land
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Writer(s): Richard Patterson
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