Testo Blu Billy - Smino
Testo della canzone Blu Billy (Smino), tratta dall'album Luv 4 Rent
Smino love you
Shit, lil' Monte on the beat, you got it on repeat
Word out on the streets, Zero got the heat
Shit, uh
I know hitters, I know dealers, I know girls that set up niggas
I know preachers, I know healers
And I really don't feel no difference
We all hustlers, Blu Billy, we conditioned by condition
Capitalistic, read through the lipstick
Shit that they make up make us forget shit
I beat your face up if ain't no paystub by Friday
(I want my motherfuckin' check nigga you better quit playin' with me
I swear to God I'll come blow this bitch up)
Don't wanna lay up, still I'm a leg up in LA
I see you came with empty styrofoam, it's cool, I pour in your cup
Shawty insane, that's how I know she got that juicy fruit want her guts
Chewing and smacking, I'm actually enjoying that action
That coochie be packin' a punch (Ooh)
We F'in to Lloyd the Mayweather
Got the box and now she want a ring
Selfish, I don't wanna share a baby, let her all by myself, yada mean?
Blacker the berry, Burberry sheets
This the best version I seen of me
Candy paint coupe but don't thing it's sweet
Y'all better worry 'bout my unreleased
Baby, don't wait 'til I'm outta reach (hello?)
I know hitters, I know dealers, I know girls that set up niggas
I know preachers, I know healers
And I really don't feel no difference
We all hustlers, Blu Billy, we conditioned by condition
Capitalistic, read through the lipstick
Shit that they make up make us forget shit
I beat your face up if ain't no paystub by Friday
(I want my motherfuckin' check nigga you better quit playin' with me
I swear to God I'll come blow this bitch up)
Don't wanna lay up, still I'm a leg up in LA
Busy you, busy me, like, how busy can busy be?
Hardly catchin' Z's, no fatigue
Hate it when it rain, Missy E
Nefertiti chain, oh, she deep
Eat her with a spoon, call her Reese
Then we fuckin', burnin' calories
I couldn't give you a better reason
Fuck with you 'cause you fuck with me
Fuck with me, yeah, you fuck with Smi'
Told them girls to beat it, Sheila E
Eat a D, dis the E.N.D
PND playin' on the speaks
Smi' E O big
I know hitters, I know dealers, I know girls that set up niggas
I know preachers, I know healers
And I really don't feel no difference
We all hustlers, Blu Billy, we conditioned by condition
Capitalistic, read through the lipstick
Shit that they make up make us forget shit
She said, "Smino, love you"
Entrepre-nigga, entrepre-nigga, I did it all on my own
Entrepre-nigga, entrepre-nigga, I did a lot on my own
Entrepre-nigga, I'm just a nigga, I did it-, uh
Entrepre-nigga, entrepre-nigga, I put the clip in, I pull the trigger
I make the whole gun, I Smith & Wess' them
Step with the bro-bro, yeah, with the brethren
Stay with the throat-goat, greatest Excedrin
She ain't know, ho, I'm just a legend
This ain't no promo, this is a pressing
I know Smino love you
Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Smith, Ahmanti Booker, Michael Neil, Nathan Foley, Amari Lewis
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