SmackDown

It's the smackdown WWE nigga
I might blow her back out
I might pull the strap out
And let the shit blackowww
Or blocka for them shottas in the trap house
So gon' shut your fat mouth

And these women getting cut like a drop fade
Everybody wanna talk but they not paid
And she just hit my line she wanna text now
But she don't wanna talk she want the
(that's the ivory)
Don't fuck with her but stretching cause I play along
Checking boxes like the shit that fedex dropping off
And Jimmy got a bro that's on the inside
And Tell him hit his books make sure he live right

It's the smackdown WWE nigga
I might blow her back out
I might pull the strap out
And let the bitch blackowww
Or blocka for them shottas in the trap house
So gon' shut your fat mouth
Nigga
(Yeah)
It's the smackdown
(Yeah)
I might let that shit blackowww
Or blocka for them shottas in the trap house
so gon' shut your fat mouth

Wake up this sounds like bloom
This feel like coming soon what's supposed to be, sounds like
I ain't have to believe the grass is greener where the angels be
This feel like goldchain malik said motherfuck the Grammys all week
It mean something
Swimming in women who don't need husbands
But wanna be seen who wanna feel something
But got they own problems
So we both stubborn
And we keep quiet
And I'll see you tomorrow

But It's the smackdown
WWE nigga I might blow her back out
I might pull the strap out and let the bitch blackowww
Or blocka for them shottas in the trap house
so gon' shut your fat mouth
Nigga
(Yeah)
It's the smackdown
(Yeah)
I might let that shit blackowww
Or blocka for them shottas in the trap house
so gon' shut your fat mouth

(Its the three point shoot out)
I can't keep letting go
I can't keep letting go
I can't keep letting go
I can't keep letting go



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