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Albums:

Ted Keegan Sings (Ted Keegan) · Smile, Darn Ya, Smile (Billy Cotton) · Smile That Smile (Weston Burt) · Connie Smith/Miss Smith Goes to Nashville (Connie Smith) · Connie Smith/Miss Smith Goes to Nashville (Connie Smith) · Keep on Smile (Ijiwarukei All Stars) · The Shadow of Your Smile (Michael Marc) · Smile Empty Soul (Smile Empty Soul) · Smile/Tarrytown Tenor (Carmen Leggio) · A Certain Smile, A Certain Sadness (Walter Wanderley) – and 90 other albums »


He's got the smile of a king on a desert isle,
who's been pleased by the dancing girls.
He's got the grin on his chin that's up to style,
with
at work by 9 
I always thought the carefree style would be the way I lived my life 
Been trippin on 1992 when all you did was smile 
I guess that that's
busy
Effective, putting shit in the proper perspective

[Parrish Smith]
Strapped with the gat, busting caps across the map
Yo the crew's back,
The hooker and the gunman
Barely more than a fucking child

And up the fucking hills
Silicon mummies by their pools
Sips their fucking drinks
And smile
GETHSEMANE
WRITERS B.L. SMITH, W.B. WALDROP

Toll no bell for me Father
But let this cup of suffering pass from me
Send me no shepherd to heal my
the cash)
Oh yes, the whole damn bash of money
So I chill, and act so sweet
Kiss her feet, can't picture being in the street
So I give a fake smile
Music: Michael B. & di Lorenzo
Lyrics: Michael B., di Lorenzo & Pete Smith

Verse 1
You're part of some heaven, but you're feeling like hell.
as well
It looked liked we were just floating in an abyss
Honestly, when I see her face I just smile I guess
I mean, our cars came and the lights were
Nearly everyone knows me from Smith to Lord Rosebr'y,
I'm Burlington Bertie from Bow.

I stroll with Lord Hurlington,
Roll in The Burlington
Call for
living by the book
We fill the jails in France, Uzes and Italy
Never do dirt in our own land
That shit's forbidden, G
Hoxha singing from the top
Greasing my status Wolly Smith want to change gears
One-to one-to three-four man slappin' five
People in the back fidge your face, while I rip it live
I
live little J Smith
Be as me a dude, yea I can't starve
But that ain't all so if I call

If I fall by the river bed
Would you save me or leave me
always regret one

I wonder sometimes.
I wonder if I, was wrong
Tryna do right by you got me here
Now all I am is alone

'Cause her eyes
Those hips
as well
It looked liked we were just floating in an abyss
Honestly, when I see her face I just smile I guess
I mean, our cars came and the lights were
the pack?
We for shack ship, you know laugh it off
Years just blow by
My eyes stay fixed but the picture's kinda outta focus
I cry a lot but admit to it
roll up, Holy Bible is the Smith and Wesson, Lion of Judah for Rugers Jesus words my Mossberg book of Ezra my Baretta, The Rock for the Glock cock back
always regret one

I wonder sometimes.
I wonder if I, was wrong
Tryna do right by you got me here
Now all I am is alone

'Cause her eyes
Those hips
my back (cause girl I got you)

As I was walking by
I seen you standing there with a smile
Lookin' shy caught my eye
Thought you wanna hang
(cause girl I got you)

As I was walking by
I seen you standing there with a smile
Lookin' shy caught my eye
Thought you wanna hang a while
I-15
PLOW!)
Swift and changeable no style, be Rock style
Not foul, but play with me at your own risk and I might not smile
You get with the pawn, in one arms
I
Steady getting sweated by the opposition 

Could you handle 

All this scandal 

And keep on stepping like boots and sandals 

My handle, is young
you? I can see fast and blast past ya faggot attitude

Off top, the Remi had me bent dizzy and shit
Drunk like a Mexican, clap wit ya Fam wit Smith
Or Walkers or Smiths or maybe even Quavers
'cause my love for you is like drugs for ravers
With glow sticks and funny hats on
I loves you more than I loves
to play
Cross my wrist, every last drop till I faint
Taken out there, pulling smith for the thangs that I never did
Coming up as a a young kid
Trying
Ha!
Yeah,L.O.D.
Keith Murray, Def Squad
Mista, Mista, Mista, Mista Smith
You wanna hit? (You wanna hit?)
Gimme an hour plus a pen and a pad