Equipto,Andre Nickatina - Y-U-Smilin lyrics

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Equipto,Andre Nickatina - Y-U-Smilin lyrics

Man I'm F-I double L-M-O-E I'm like Seabiscuit baby you can bet on me I like Ben Franklin on bills With cold c-notes on hotdays I chills I don't know why they grinnin, them s**as ain't winnin I can tell you this right from the beginnin Baby, real rap cat in the flesh I don't go to jail, I get house arrest, word life In Cadillac I bring ya back Man, on my birth certificate it says, "Born to rap" And I'ma holla at you to get you goin Orange Man, ball out like I'm Billy Owens If you ain't knowin, I flip the script then dip the 'Dolph Man, homie you can take a loss but I'm flip the cost And like bu*ter pancakes on the grill With cold c-notes on hotdays I chill You can see my greedy nature baby from a mile away It's like Vegas baby even if ya in the Bay You put this cold game down on a diva A Quarterback lookin for a brand new reciever Hut-hut, I break it down and roll it up I like the rubberband do' before I fold it up It's still lane enough, I gotta ride it tough Because I'm lookin for another horse to saddle up Man I spit it til you get it and ya had enough And when you wake up there I am with the blunt, like what Let the real game carry on I boss to call shots like Harry O And mad, cause I end up in your stereo And she, sing along to every song I got game by the six pack Gift wrap ya up and sent rip back Pimp taps and cut, mo' mileage, strike in the piggybacks Gimme that weed quick when he let me rap Any whack track I'm a monster Ain't hard to find you can see me in my concert Lean back posture, the game like a joy to me I'm royalty, I threw away my royalties I'm too cool like a silk through roof With no radio play I'm still full proof I live out the booth, see I don't need groupie flukies Go bad on a choosey Susie I rap in the back of the club with the Yak and the blunts 'Posed to make a toast with macks and thugs And no love is the model, many ya live by Huh, it's all there when I get high Buckle up, sit tight full contact is a fist fight Real deal get spilled by the rib tide Why scream like seen through a fish eye Good luck gettin this fly, b**h try It's like a roller coaster ride that you could ride again I turn back like Picaso with a powerful pin I don't know why the grinnin, man them s**as ain't winnin I can tell you this right from the beginnin Cause it's how many licks to the lillipop I cop two pairs the first day the Jordan drop I let my style run wild like the wind Ride it like a surfboard all in the Benz You can see my concentration baby when I roll the blunt You keep starin I'ma spit about this game and stuff I gotta put you in the mix right now Quicker than a fresh young thorough Greyhound Man I sport leather like a NBA basketball I'm a hog, I could never ever pa** to ya'll I got it goin on, freak what you hoin on? Man get the money movin baby we can blow a zone Because its cats tryin to copy like Kinko's My suits stay creased you'll never see wrinkles Me and my comrades are just like the fashion parade And never men wear houses only tailor made I like to put a spin on it like a bowling ball A rollin ya'll, the synphony is loaded ya'll I spin it back to back man like a hit contract I'm poppin that for that, you better get that scrap Cause I rise outta bed like a cobra Arch my back homie lift my shoulders Play it like it's craps God, tell the freak to roll again sh**, now she feelin like she born again, it's live

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