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Smiley – 38 Lyrics

Smiley 38 Lyrics, 38 Lyrics by Smiley ft Pressa

(Tay Keith, fuck these n***** up)
I keep a Glock, a .38, uh
I keep a Glock, a .38, uh
I keep a Glock, a .38, uh
I keep a Glock

I keep a Glock, a .38
I bought a brick, I’m in the trap but only came with 28 grams total
Bitch, I feel like Jessie James
My mind is steady trippin’, hope this weed will eat my brain
Bitch, I hope it stimulate my brain
T Dub in the cut, I call him mister getaway
My crodie buss an AP, but I told ’em show a plane
‘Cause this Plain Jane Sky-Dweller ran up twenty K, n****

We kick your door, n****, everybody on the floor, n****
Boy, if you trappin’ in this bitch, answer your phone, n****
Catch me with 35, see crodie, he a known hitter
I was out there trappin’ all night came home to cold dinners
I was out there ballin’ all night, no one to coach me
My junkie fiendin’ all night, gave him a bogie
Jumped in the stoley, crodie went got a trophy
So shoutout crodie ’cause half of these n***** got cold feet

Glock, a .38, in the LA, hella state (In the hills)
They got MK in the hole while they got me on stage (Free MK)
Got these nephews and a niece, I’m tryna keep these n***** safe (Huh?)
When I got they’re gonna say their uncle left them with a safe
Gang, bitch, I’m put them on the wave
My lil’ n**** hatin’ on me, I’m startin’ to book the plane (They hatin’)
I can never be the same (No)
Got me drivin’ on the jane
All these bitches move the same
They’re just lookin’ for a stain, bitch, yeah
Take her shoppin’ when she sad
If he don’t, n***** will make him feel like he’s Will Smith
Take her lil’ ass Ruth Chris (Take her)
My lil’ n***** shoot this (Yeah)
We movin’ so ruthless

We kick your door, n****, everybody on the floor, n****
Boy, if you trappin’ in this bitch, answer your phone, n****
Catch me with 35, see crodie, he a known hitter
I was out there trappin’ all night came home to cold dinners
I was out there ballin’ all night, no one to coach me
My junkie fiendin’ all night, gave him a bogie
Jumped in the stoley, crodie went got a trophy
So shoutout crodie ’cause half of these n***** got cold feet

I keep a Glock, a .38, uh
I keep a Glock, a .38, uh
I keep a Glock, a .38, uh
I keep a Glock, yeah, uh
I keep a Glock, a .38