Shmoak
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I don't get mad, I get money
How you said you was my bro but now you acting funny
I'm a real one I never fold
You a tattle tale nigga boy u been told (yeah)
All that fake get the fuck from me
Them ones that slime you at the back
But they gonna say they love you
My nigga I no know you
My nigga I no know you
My nigga I no know you
My nigga I no know you
I'm the Vince you know I keep it solid I bring the heat
So many Ls, na why I no dey fear defeat
Bros no dey reach
I get you crossed over
And if them shooters trynna feast
Them no dey pass over (uhh, uhh)
I'm on that track, I see the green, go
I talk that lingo
Know how the thing go, get the extendo (Prrr)
Don't want no smoke he broke
You bite my line you choke
Y'all just a fucking joke
I line y'all out like coke
Clear the streets I dey on beast mode
They see me winning con dey feel like say na cheat code
My bredda 4runna be like John the Baptist
He got a deathpool now that shit been sounding backward
I don't get mad, I get money
How you said you was my bro but now you acting funny
I'm a real one I never fold
You a tattle tale nigga boy u been told (yeah)
All that fake get the fuck from me
Them ones that slime you at the back
But they gonna say they love you
My nigga I no know you
My nigga I no know you (who?)
My nigga I no know you (where?)
My nigga I no know you (nah!)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I don't get mad, I get money
How you said you was my bro but now you acting funny
I'm a real one I never fold
You a tattle tale nigga boy u been told (yeah)
All that fake get the fuck from me
Them ones that slime you at the back
But they gonna say they love you
My nigga I no know you
My nigga I no know you
My nigga I no know you
My nigga I no know you
I'm the Vince you know I keep it solid I bring the heat
So many Ls, na why I no dey fear defeat
Bros no dey reach
I get you crossed over
And if them shooters trynna feast
Them no dey pass over (uhh, uhh)
I'm on that track, I see the green, go
I talk that lingo
Know how the thing go, get the extendo (Prrr)
Don't want no smoke he broke
You bite my line you choke
Y'all just a fucking joke
I line y'all out like coke
Clear the streets I dey on beast mode
They see me winning con dey feel like say na cheat code
My bredda 4runna be like John the Baptist
He got a deathpool now that shit been sounding backward
I don't get mad, I get money
How you said you was my bro but now you acting funny
I'm a real one I never fold
You a tattle tale nigga boy u been told (yeah)
All that fake get the fuck from me
Them ones that slime you at the back
But they gonna say they love you
My nigga I no know you
My nigga I no know you (who?)
My nigga I no know you (where?)
My nigga I no know you (nah!)
Credits
Writer(s): Jonny Ezi, Obomoye Muzan
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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