A$AP Rocky - Smeegle lyrics
A$AP Rocky [Rakim Athelaston Mayers] Harlem, New York, U.S. 🇺🇸
[A$AP Rocky - Smeegle lyrics]
Back when the music was the singles
Before the rap niggas started making jingles
Back when Soulja made a killing
Off of ringtones
Back then, I would stack my chips, Pringles
Back then, young kid sicker than the measles
Kept the dope fiends itchin'
Like it's ringworms
Baskin', married to the game without a ring
Though
You was precious to me, I was Smeegle
Goddamn fast forward, you was everything
I was livin' for
Only thing soft was your chest
I was restin' on through them rough nights
Love is what I did it for
Did you wrong, back then I
Couldn't do nothin' right, goddamn
I'll admit it, you the reason that I'm in it
Be the reason you be queefin'
While I'm in it long
Take a minute, 'cause you're grievin' hard
(Huh, huh)
When the liquor bleedin' through your pores
Sleepin' on the floors, damn it
Jim Morrison doors
Starin' at the ceilings and the
Posters on the walls
So outgoing but we was indoors
Don't know what we in for, ten fold
You should have been my missus
I done struck out, yeah, I know I missed it
This one dedicated to my bitches
All the real ones who will
Never get the mention
This song, I done struck out, yeah
I know I missed it
This one dedicated to my bitches
All the real ones who will
Never get the mention
This song dedicated to you, for you
This song (This song) for you (For you)
Oh, whoa, whoa oh, whoa, whoa
Back when the music was the singles (Singles)
'Fore my baby brother rapped like the mingles
Like when white folks wouldn't even mingle
I'm just glad, we just speak the same lingo
Goddamn all I want is guap and my Evisu
And the bad ho from Santo Domingo
I ain't had a fan or birdie to sing to
Now I'm realizin' how much I need you
Turf's gon' help me get wealthy
The turf's gon' bless me, Hail Mary
I done had menages, bunch of RiRi look alikes
And wannabe Beyoncé's, playin' mind games
They was in between my cock
And my mom's place
Between a rock and a hard place
You should have been my missus
I done struck out, yeah, I know I missed it
This one dedicated to my bitches
All the real ones who will
Never get the mention
This song, I done struck out, yeah
I know I missed it
This one dedicated to my bitches
All the real ones who will
Never get the mention this song (This song)
For you (For you) this song (This song)
For you (For you)
Before the rap niggas started making jingles
Back when Soulja made a killing
Off of ringtones
Back then, I would stack my chips, Pringles
Back then, young kid sicker than the measles
Kept the dope fiends itchin'
Like it's ringworms
Baskin', married to the game without a ring
Though
You was precious to me, I was Smeegle
Goddamn fast forward, you was everything
I was livin' for
Only thing soft was your chest
I was restin' on through them rough nights
Love is what I did it for
Did you wrong, back then I
Couldn't do nothin' right, goddamn
I'll admit it, you the reason that I'm in it
Be the reason you be queefin'
While I'm in it long
Take a minute, 'cause you're grievin' hard
(Huh, huh)
When the liquor bleedin' through your pores
Sleepin' on the floors, damn it
Jim Morrison doors
Starin' at the ceilings and the
Posters on the walls
So outgoing but we was indoors
Don't know what we in for, ten fold
You should have been my missus
I done struck out, yeah, I know I missed it
This one dedicated to my bitches
All the real ones who will
Never get the mention
This song, I done struck out, yeah
I know I missed it
This one dedicated to my bitches
All the real ones who will
Never get the mention
This song dedicated to you, for you
This song (This song) for you (For you)
Oh, whoa, whoa oh, whoa, whoa
Back when the music was the singles (Singles)
'Fore my baby brother rapped like the mingles
Like when white folks wouldn't even mingle
I'm just glad, we just speak the same lingo
Goddamn all I want is guap and my Evisu
And the bad ho from Santo Domingo
I ain't had a fan or birdie to sing to
Now I'm realizin' how much I need you
Turf's gon' help me get wealthy
The turf's gon' bless me, Hail Mary
I done had menages, bunch of RiRi look alikes
And wannabe Beyoncé's, playin' mind games
They was in between my cock
And my mom's place
Between a rock and a hard place
You should have been my missus
I done struck out, yeah, I know I missed it
This one dedicated to my bitches
All the real ones who will
Never get the mention
This song, I done struck out, yeah
I know I missed it
This one dedicated to my bitches
All the real ones who will
Never get the mention this song (This song)
For you (For you) this song (This song)
For you (For you)