Lyrics:
Diamonds on my neck, bitch
You could test 'em that boy pockets anorexic
Run up on me, bitch, who you testin'?
By my side keep a Smith & Wesson
And you know
the, what the
What the, what the
What the hell
What, what, what
What the hell, what the hell
I just saw Chris Rock get smacked
Will Smith didn't hold
When you take a shot at shrinking him
My will's always mine
Got them tangled like Ms. Pinkett-Smith
We can catch a vibe
With the violence
had Jorja Smith in his face, now he's tryna do drill songs like Woosh
You love your mum so much then swear on her life that you weren't sayin' you want
a skollie (Awe what you wys)
Now I’ve been making history since I entered the game
So tell me how can you be impressed by these lames
My dryf is always 10
leave your guts on the floor
Kill a beat like slick rick,
Daddy never knew his son
Was hot like Will Smith, my flow sick
And times tic, so I am finna
I exist
Too much and too loudly for me to question it?
A nigga is the grill he got
A nigga is the chain he lost that he got from Willy Will off
and let a couple of shots
Spin me around like I'm a featherweight, not knowing that I'm heavyweight
Smith & Wesson weapon will make you elevate and levitate
backed by big time promoters.
CBS promote the Clash,
But it ain't for revolution, it's just for cash.
Punk became a fashion just like hippy used to be
went to Smith, and I went to Hayes
That was the past, and the future will be better
Pass the Moët and keep the Cream Armaretto
Peace to Greg Nice
a slight grip as I like a smith and stop a stressin
A ruthless adolessence you might become a lesson
Put on My suit and clown naw playa that's what hoes do
might be on your radio on every Sunday.
So listen what your DJ plays. (2x)
You-ROY will be gone by the end of the day
Michigan & Smiley in a different
Born in June, everywhere on the
Scene like I'm Will Smith, gemini Man
Don't even need a blue tick anymore
When they look at thе face
Just a verified man
All, all
We have left
All, all
We have left
Will Smith, Puff Daddy, Gala, Chumbawamba
On the other side of the street he passes Café Java
Where
rules, I kidnap your daughter for ransom, I had a gun in St Pancras, Shorter got life it was random.
Men in black nigga no will smith, R.I.P J and he
mean?" I got like twenty-nine shells
Hopped out patty cake, that mean I hopped out clappin' shit
Hopped out Will Smith, that mean I hopped out smackin'
pressing
This isn’t music these are soul searching confessions
Go ahead and close your eyes feel the spiritual connection (I woke up)
Try to swallow a Smith
a movie at the hood, picked her up cause I could
Should of known her fine ass was up to no good.
While I was blinded by the fad..
Lil Deja was stacked,
I created a lane
I don't respond to bitch niggas by name, that's trash (facts)
Scary-ass backpack rappin' niggas never was meant to outlast me
Me
rein, geb viel Gas
Mach Drive-Bys in Spielstraßen
Geb mir selbst Highfive
Wenn ich durch's Ziel rase
Und jeder der mich kennt nennt mich gestört
Es stimmt
(M. Smith)
Chorus: There's a panther in Michigan. Don't that make your Halloween?
There's a panther in Michigan, although he is seldom seen
And he's
material
Bang on doors like Enoch, crush kill destroy a block
Dr. Smith, Will Robinson, head-bobbinson, attack the opposite
Alternate, demonstrate, throw {?}
Smith and Wess
Pull your girl up out her dress, snatch the baby out the nest
Represent the Mid-west, after we drug test
Look like federal express,
flows got a bag of those
And all them niggas bitches, man will dagger those boom
Nah they ain't ready for man, trust me, they ain't ready for man
Nah
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