Lyrics:
non prendiamo la smart
No Smart
Volume 2 contro gli infami
No Smart
Ritorno fresco come Rodman
No Smart
Niente bla bla nuovo Rollie
No Smart
Presidente
If you wanna be with me
Think it over
Think it over
I don't give this up for free
Take it slower
Turn the volume lower
If you want my love
I'll be
until we knock it down
So turn the volume loud, 'cause it's mayhem 'til the A.M.
So, baby, make just like K-Fed and let yourself go, let yourself go
until we knock it down
So turn the volume loud, 'cause it's mayhem 'til the A.M.
So, baby, make just like K-Fed and let yourself go, let yourself go
Witten, Cowboys to a Piston
A.i., no Wallace, your kids gettin' demolished
I'm bookin' on you suckers like I'm just leavin' college
But smart, very
in the dark
I made a friendship with enemies
We made a deal not to tie my dreams
Working too smart not too hard on them
I put it clean and enjoy
Get it right on what's the matter
Getting upwards getting off it like a ladder
They tryna catch me but I'm faster than a Jaguar
100 Volume
Smart speakers - they're keeping tabs on you
Smart speakers - watching everything you do
You love the way they give you information
You laugh when
[E-40]
You got the beat turned up in my ear a little mo'?
(Aight) Let's go
Uhh, a little more volume pimp YEAH, okay
Just tell me when... yeah
my feeling is while I love a good snare drum,
I feel that volume wise it's just a little too much what you're doing there.
See? See, see what I
Intro:
I got a lot to lose
Lost some and getting more
Steady when I dey move
Think smart wait till I sure
Many choices
understand that
He's too fucking intelligent
I've met a lot of really smart guys, but he has been above them all
Maybe he's right. I shouldn't own guns
I'm not
I took my best suit just for this song
This song is fast
So you better hold on
Turn up the volume and fucking carry on
Flex on that shit right now
slippin Imma
smart man, but I keep it to myself
And I smile wide cause I do this for myself, and you know
But you know (but you know, but you know)
my feeling is while I love a good snare drum,
I feel that volume wise it's just a little too much what you're doing there.
See? See, see what I
goes past me
Not a thing goes past me
You see, you're not as smart as you think
When you talk, I clock everything
Every word you say, I can lip-sync
he sent me up the creek and shit
Stroking like hell without no paddle
But niggas is getting smart, we back on the saddle
No longer, y'all know y'all
feel, but was never very smart
I'm wrapped in silks made for Egyptian queens
I'll do it in the swimming pool, so everybody sees
Bleach out all the dark
a smart phone with the digits, bitch!
Riding 'round with the volume down
With the windows up and the choppers down
Soon as we get to your block
It's
could never leave.
You've heard one description
Now listen to this.
Because this one for sure
You can't afford to miss.
So turn up the volume
the final chapter, you told me, volume three
Yo, come through, eat niggas like ? You
And tell them bitches in the back, that we want to fuck too
We
it out, the volume, so quiet yet so loud
Profound, when I try to listen, it disappears
Then when I avert my attention, there it is again in my ears
Can
pairs
Of Rose Colored Glasses
They say the glass is half full
It's not about the vacated space
Nor its volume in centiliters
Their glass is always half
Light a cone when I feel out my element
He hit me with the bag like a settlement
He fein 4 my love I won't let him in
I gotta play smart cus he might go
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