Lyrics:
Yeah you see it on my hand
Big diamonds
Yeah bitch
Don't get slick
I'll smack you with this Blick
Smack you with this Blick
Smack you with this Blick
Who booty is it?
Who booty is it? Who booty is it?
Who booty? Who booty? Who booty is it?
I'm gonna smack it, I'm gonna smack it, I'm gonna smack
When the day is over,
I like to ease my mind
By jucin' up my system,
With the beat of a heavy kind
I smack a bottle open,
I crank the hi-fi high
Embrasse-moi "smack!"
"Shebam! Pow! Blop! Whizz!"
"Shebam! Pow! Blop! Whizz!"
"Shebam! Pow! Blop! Wihzz!"
the, the planet, with the
Back with the big, big bassline attack
From the front to the back
Shuffle to the groove of the bassline smack
Four by four,
[Verse 1: Young Jeezy]
Its 3:45 she pulled up to my house
Grabbed my strap, got the door
With a blunt in my mouth
Say I'm bout to put the smack down
Embrasse-moi "smack!"
"Shebam! Pow! Blop! Whizz!"
"Shebam! Pow! Blop! Whizz!"
"Shebam! Pow! Blop! Wihzz!"
me (smack dab in the middle)
I wanna be (smack dab in the middle)
Ahhhhh, smack dab in the middle, boys now
So I can rock and roll to satisfy my
Infiltrate imagination,
Smacks of past Holy wars,
By the wall with broken laws.
The leaders of men,
Born out of your frustration.
The leaders of men,
on purpose
Papi, smack my ass like a drum
Fēng méi yǒu fāng xiàng de chuī lái
Yǔ yě gēn zhe bēi shāng qǐ lái
Méi yǒu rén néng gào su wǒ
Ài shì zài shén me shí
talking to you bxtch
Your GF is so wack I wanna give that bxtch a smack
Give that bxtch a smack with the back of my hand
I can't relax its a fact you say
Hard
Latex gloves, smack so hard
PVC, I get so hard
Platform shoes kick so hard
Ponytail, yank so hard
Leatherette, party so hard
PVC, I get
You better back up back up
You better back up back up
You better back up back up
You better back up back up
Yea I'm bout to smack ya up
Yea I'm bout
Smack down in the trenches
Hood bitch sucking on inches
Nah nope we don't do no kissin'
I might send this bitch on a mission
Smack down in
Light up the wheels and go for broke
Stomp that pedal with a sniftin stroke
Smack that roadblock caught in a pickle
I'm gonna hit that line like
you, it can sure smack you down
Take a greasy whore and a rollin' dance floor
It's got your head spinnin' round
If you live on the road, well
Make it fart, I pull your hair
Smack your ass, smack, smack your ass, your lil' nasty ass
In the mirror, got you takin' back, your lil' sexy ass
in my arm, heroin in my car
Got some bags of smack, I'ma go real hard
Cord around my arm, zombies on my lawn
Gun so drawed, I'm so flawed
Fuck a law,
needs you in this company, the Black John Ritter
In the lab, you said, "People don't wanna hear my shit"
I should smack you, brother, they revere that
this city far from me
Me and you, smack dab, in the middle of the country
Like those wild horses runnin'
And that George Strait bumpin'
Me and you, smack
Cheffing with Lemøn, let the pot keep basting
Cartier glasses on him, drip 'til we die
Let the Lord come take me
I smack a lot
I smack a lot
I smack a lot,
Smack my bitch nah, don't be talking back
I ain't got time for that! Smack my bitch
Girl, what you talkin' 'bout? Just
Shut your fucking mouth!
G-grew up
calls
It could be the last time
Don't need you anymore
The devil has left me
Oh, it's a smack in the face
Cos when we're together
I get
like me
Well now maybe who knows one day I'll settle down
Give my dad a grandson of his own
And when the doctor smacks him, he'll probably take
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