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ii black – smilin’ faces كلمات اغاني

smilin’ faces lyrics
[hook]
smilin’ faces
smilin’ faces
they lie
they don’t tell the truth

n_gga you afraid
afraid to meet yo death
razor blade up yo assh0l_
so you done played yo’self
now it’s hard for me to live
when my hand is on the steel
wakin’ up from a dream
all these n_ggas i have k!lled
all that madness on my mind
time to do this perfect crime
bring the gauge
shotgun pump
nap has tec_9s
fake smilin’ in my face
k!llin’ all my human race
with disgrace
now you wanna take another n_ggas place
k!llin’ on my moms
f_ck them drugs that be on the street
you my n_gga
not my n_gga
k!ll you in a heartbeat
tryna play black on this track
like a f_ckin’ dog
watch yo’self, you get bit
maybe i done robbed ’em all
this is not a dream but a nightmare
’cause i’m comin’ ho
tre_8 to yo face
as i take you for yo blow
creepin’ through the hood
it’s all good
down in mitch_ll heights
yous in national
???
and it’s super tight
smilin’ in my f_ckin’ face
stab me in my f_ckin’ back
when i load the chrome thing
bet this at a b_tches back
ain’t no love in this sh_t
i thought you hoes knew this b_tch
i roll through the hood
feelin’ good
on that dope and sh_t
i roll with the mitch_ll heights
super tight ready for a flight
we stangin’ you lemon hoes
slippin’ through the heights at night
we lay down a lemonlame
playa posse style mane
takin’ over north from a trick
’cause it ain’t no thang
take a blast of that sh_t
i split you like swishas b_tch
straight down ya head
now ya dead
left you stankin’ b_tch
grab a pump
lock the trunk
let’s make this a mystery
that’s what you get
when you slippin’
call it nemesis
ii black for that bangin’ sh_t
’cause n_gga we gotta k!ll you b_tch
flodgin’ like a k!ller
but we know you just a triple b_tch
f_ck my n_gga
how the f_ck you figure
we gon’ let it slide?
mhv
spv
spl and
riverside
down to ride on any b_tch
quick to stang on any trick
who the f_cks the busta?
who them n_ggas with that flodgin’ sh_t?
crenshaw by my f_ckin’ side
crime, he got my f_ckin’ back
cl!ck with gangsta blac
real n_ggas, so trick
watch yo back
n_ggas need to wise up
tryna feel they f_ckin’ nuts
screamin’ tear da club up
big boy you ain’t got no guts
deep when we creep
high till we die
locked till we f_ckin drop
lemonlames talkin’ sh_t
b_tch this sh_t don’t ever stop
have no second thoughts about a murder
’cause a murders what i gotta do
if you step on up
and pop yo nuts
and test my f_ckin’ crew
b_tch so when you slippin’
ima f_ck you up in any place
ho and when i do it
imma do it
with a smilin’ face
[hook]

you punk ass n_ggas straight k!ll me
claim to be my brodie but all the time you my enemy
hearin’ what you speak
i be swearin’ that you downin’ folk
but real n_ggas never run
from the f_ckin’ struggle ho
claimin’ you the sh_t
but ain’t ’bout sh_t
sayin’ what a n_gga said
man we gonna get you b_tch
he say, she say
the grass where yo body lay
conversation rules the nation
betrayin’ will get you sprayed
my nig’ tony bone headin’ ho
straight from mitch_ll heights
buckwildin’ up on you b_tches
??? super tight
lil d in this motherf_cker
makin’ you hoes suffer
lil twin ???
to us folk
f_ck you hook ass sucka
smilin’ in my f_ckin’ face
stab me in my f_ckin’ back
actin’ like a b_tch
’cause only b_tches
hang like that
what’s up to my n_gga dre
f_ck what they talk about
’cause if they were real man
those hoes
wouldn’t run they mouth
b_tch

they call me the hitman
crenshaw about makin’ stains
this snow got me feelin’ strange
my pimpin’ i just maintain
but h_izn_oes come get you some
we scopin’ up at you b_tch
but you just be on our list
we blast and we cannot miss
but now there be time
for us to blow you up off my nig
??? gon’ keep his word
so bustas just have you heard
a murder in third degree
and that be yo family
we take out the preacher first
and that type sh_t hurt the worst
and rob some more
so we can chauffer yo f_ckin’ he_rs_
yo body i gotta have
’cause it means to much to me
and chop it up nice and neat
and bury it very deep
my clique is the mitch_ll heights
created the mhv
we roll with the bbb
we cl!ck with the spv
if that’s not enough
g we can bring in the rsc
and constantly go to war
’cause someones gon’ d_i_e
???
so h_izn_oes just rip
invest in the swishas squad
but this come up like the mob
but since you just test our nuts
it made us come very hard
and psychopathic visions
they be runnin’ through my mind
and when you see my face
there be k!llin’ in my eyes

low key looters gettin’ this case
smilin’ in my f_ckin’ face
grab the tone
upside ya dome
b_tch i’m ’bout to catch a case
this liquor got me cruck
like that funk
drinkin’ hennessey
real gs
can’t you see
comin’ from the nap
slap these b_tches with the yat
cl!ck with my folks black
lil mane got the gat
watch my back
while i’m on the track
all them hoes ridin’ ???
b_tches know you gonna die
keep the six up high
sissy b_tches wanna cry
dwellin’ on a smilin’ b_tch
should i say, a f_ckin’ snitch
mane pass the tec
kinfolk it’s time to go take a trip
don’t forget the f_ckin’ gauge
and this sh_t my time to ???
send these bustas missing
now it’s time to d_ck spray

second clique up in ya b_tch
droppin’ bodies in the ditch
cl!cked up with the spv
never bar a sucker b_tch
the heights is so f_ckin’ deep
k!ll you in yo f_ckin’ sleep
lil gain with the riot pump
so sucker don’t you try to front
if you do
then you through
crenshaw gonna buck at you
read the papers
catch the vapors
that’s yo folks up on the news
smilin’ faces all around
black bo up in funky town
mhv, spv
makin’ hoes lay it down

motherf_cker ???
mitch_ll heights is pimps and hustlers
you see we, keepin’ straight to the motherf_ckin’ trigger
’cause yo ass a phony g
motherf_ckers talkin’ then
ain’t my f_ckin’ friend
guess who
what you do
smoke some geek
so you ‘trayin ass fools b_tches
gonna get sprayed
n_ggas and hoes
so we play you f_ckin’ bros
charlie mac
plus lil black
comin’ on this hype ass track
can’t forget my f_ckin’ n_gga
thats always strapped with the f_ckin’
mac_10
to the a to the k
take that automatic spray
’cause some bodies gonna lay
dead up in the street
on the creep
g’s huntin’
b_tches frontin’
ain’t no thang
i slang yo g
mane make it rich
i got to pimp my b_tch
’cause i can’t stand a n_gga like me
so insane to the f_ckin’ brain
monkey blood
or that skunk
make me sick
suck my d_ck
make me rich
constant with that phony f_ckin’ bullsh_t
put a cap to the back
inside from the gat
creepin’ on you f_ckin’ hoes
tie yo ass up with a rope
cut yo motherf_ckin’ throat
mitch_ll heights deep as haters
so they crazy for this sh_t
make my dash back to the lab
and count my motherf_ckin’ cash
b_tch this sh_t is super tight
for you f_ckin’
trick ass hoes

- ii black

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