Too Smooth
Hands up if you feeling like oh yea
Hands up if you feeling too flashy
Hands up if these niggas can't touch you
Hand up just to make 'em look crabby
Hands up if you feeling like oh yea
Hands up if you feeling too flashy
Hands up if these niggas can't touch you
Then throw ya hands up
Just to make 'em look crabby
Too smooth with the bass in this motherfucker
Too smooth in your face bitch ohhh
Two shoes big stepping in the place yea
Too smooth I be dripping like whoa
Too smooth with the bass in this motherfucker
Too smooth in your face bitch ohhh
Two shoes big stepping in the place yea
Too smooth I be dripping like whoa
I been highkey stepping like I'm out of heaven
No feathers I been fly since the devil fell
Highkey feeling better than I ever felt
I'm that nigga known to slide with the stellar wears
I'm the fella known to vibe every setting well
I'm the fella known to ride every weather fairs
Ya body language singing songs you would never sing
Your mouth telling what your lifestyle could never sell
You ain't really gotta lie to kick it
I swung the bat last pitch multiplied my digits
Woke up at ass crack six just to find these lyrics
I put a small insight of how I mastered in it
Call it Krash ever after
Like Tuck Everlasting
They're tucked in my past
Know its rough on you bastards
Its up like the ladder
And stuck with the plaster
I never made it here I'd be cuffed to disaster so
Too smooth with the bass in this motherfucker
Too smooth in your face bitch ohhh
Two shoes big stepping in the place yea
Too smooth I be dripping like whoa
Too smooth with the bass in this motherfucker
Too smooth in your face bitch ohhh
Two shoes big stepping in the place yea
Too smooth I be dripping like whoa
Come on over baby watch the show
Just a little bit of feels and a dash of soul
We can slide all through the city drifting all through the road
All you gotta do is slip on through the passenger door oh oh
Lot of niggas wanna be like Krash
But when they can't quite grip
Lips turn to bash I get it
I'm the worst know it hurts you mad
You got your life's best fit still look like trash silly
You's a mule you's a half of a donkey
Can bet I'm on yo ass yea you should've stayed off me
On the road pack a bag gets lonely
Got ghost but the past still haunts me
Still rowing but the passion draws me
Could never be the one to let the masses stall me
Big booty or the bag ask often
Why I even let the ass still taunt me
The lord is my shepherd he know what I want
But a nigga stay focus he know that I won't
Writer block couldn't block me don't go in a slump
So when I drop the next track shit you know it'll bump
Nigga
Too smooth with the bass in this motherfucker
Too smooth in your face bitch ohhh
Two shoes big stepping in the place yea
Too smooth I be dripping like whoa
Too smooth with the bass in this motherfucker
Too smooth in your face bitch ohhh
Two shoes big stepping in the place yea
Too smooth I be dripping like whoa
Come on over baby watch the show
Just a little bit of feels and a dash of soul
We can slide all through the city drifting all through the road
All you gotta do is slip on through the passenger door oh oh
Hands up if you feeling too flashy
Hands up if these niggas can't touch you
Hand up just to make 'em look crabby
Hands up if you feeling like oh yea
Hands up if you feeling too flashy
Hands up if these niggas can't touch you
Then throw ya hands up
Just to make 'em look crabby
Too smooth with the bass in this motherfucker
Too smooth in your face bitch ohhh
Two shoes big stepping in the place yea
Too smooth I be dripping like whoa
Too smooth with the bass in this motherfucker
Too smooth in your face bitch ohhh
Two shoes big stepping in the place yea
Too smooth I be dripping like whoa
I been highkey stepping like I'm out of heaven
No feathers I been fly since the devil fell
Highkey feeling better than I ever felt
I'm that nigga known to slide with the stellar wears
I'm the fella known to vibe every setting well
I'm the fella known to ride every weather fairs
Ya body language singing songs you would never sing
Your mouth telling what your lifestyle could never sell
You ain't really gotta lie to kick it
I swung the bat last pitch multiplied my digits
Woke up at ass crack six just to find these lyrics
I put a small insight of how I mastered in it
Call it Krash ever after
Like Tuck Everlasting
They're tucked in my past
Know its rough on you bastards
Its up like the ladder
And stuck with the plaster
I never made it here I'd be cuffed to disaster so
Too smooth with the bass in this motherfucker
Too smooth in your face bitch ohhh
Two shoes big stepping in the place yea
Too smooth I be dripping like whoa
Too smooth with the bass in this motherfucker
Too smooth in your face bitch ohhh
Two shoes big stepping in the place yea
Too smooth I be dripping like whoa
Come on over baby watch the show
Just a little bit of feels and a dash of soul
We can slide all through the city drifting all through the road
All you gotta do is slip on through the passenger door oh oh
Lot of niggas wanna be like Krash
But when they can't quite grip
Lips turn to bash I get it
I'm the worst know it hurts you mad
You got your life's best fit still look like trash silly
You's a mule you's a half of a donkey
Can bet I'm on yo ass yea you should've stayed off me
On the road pack a bag gets lonely
Got ghost but the past still haunts me
Still rowing but the passion draws me
Could never be the one to let the masses stall me
Big booty or the bag ask often
Why I even let the ass still taunt me
The lord is my shepherd he know what I want
But a nigga stay focus he know that I won't
Writer block couldn't block me don't go in a slump
So when I drop the next track shit you know it'll bump
Nigga
Too smooth with the bass in this motherfucker
Too smooth in your face bitch ohhh
Two shoes big stepping in the place yea
Too smooth I be dripping like whoa
Too smooth with the bass in this motherfucker
Too smooth in your face bitch ohhh
Two shoes big stepping in the place yea
Too smooth I be dripping like whoa
Come on over baby watch the show
Just a little bit of feels and a dash of soul
We can slide all through the city drifting all through the road
All you gotta do is slip on through the passenger door oh oh
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Anthony Foti
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