SAINt JHN, Kanye West - Smack DVD lyrics

Kanye Omari West

[SAINt JHN, Kanye West - Smack DVD lyrics]

Thought you was ready for the jive talk
(Jive talk) and I thought you was
Ready for the switchblade (Switchblade)
Does the Audemars come with the square mind
(Square mind)
And the Rolex come with the big face?
Wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow
Wobble loud, loud, loud, loud, loud
We turnt up loud, we runnin' wild
For the gang, for the crown, for the team
For the town make my trap niggas proud
Goin' down, down, down, down
Ridin', showin' me the money
Givin' me the handstand
Showin' me finesse moves
Givin' me the grand plan
I don't understand now
I don't understand now

Nigga, Smack DVD
I'm standin' hеre inside the streets
I ain't hеar a lil' boy, thirty niggas
Thirty deep biggie standin' with the sticks
Bitches grittin' on they teeth
Tell me what the fuck you want
And you can sign the release

I got diamond 'round my neck, twenty thousand
Pay me my respect, pullin' hund's up
Tell a nigga "yeah, you are not a threat"
Frighten a nigga, yeah, bust it, no regret
Nigga, choppa goin' acapella
Rock the roof for really
I might spend a quarter milli'
Bein' broke is my Achilles
Nigga, bought the fuckin' duty-free
Liqour that I'm buyin' for some niggas that
I only see inside of neon lighting
I'm not sayin' this shit is top ten
But I been lit and I just took my ex
Back 'cause it's vintage
I got the 'Rari outside and it's tinted
It's sun tinted
Never have to squint when you glimpse in

Nigga, Smack DVD
I'm standin' here inside the streets
I ain't a hear a lil' boy, thirty niggas
Thirty deep biggie standin' with the sticks
Bitches grittin' on they teeth
Tell me what the fuck you want
And you can sign the release
(Wooh, wooh, wooh, wooh)

Boy, Smack DVD, I got to pull with the creed
Got to pull up on a creek
Got to find out where it be
How they trap with the streets (Streets)
For the money, hit the field
Better put on Yeezy cleats
Take me up, take me up, they say, "Ye
You done enough"
Boy, I ain't done enough until
We run the number up
Man, you talkin' 'bout me, but oh, yeah
I'm a thug
Man, you talkin' 'bout the president
I call the number up
Man, you talkin' 'bout Elon
I call the number up
Man, you talk about Kim K
You know you effin' up could you talk to the
Mayor 'bout Breonna Taylor?
I talked to the president for her
Givin' my life to the Lord
Smack DVD, if we extinct, then what are we?
Gotta cease with the murders
Gotta pull up with the fleet
It's a thousand black babies
Gettin' murdered every day
They don't know where to go
Had to build a plan A okay, Ye, this is me
What they gonna say to me?
I'm the only one out here
That really gettin' free
Gotta build a family, had to build a family
It's a do or damn way
Everything that I pray, uh

Nigga, Smack DVD
I'm standin' here inside the streets
I ain't a hear a lil' boy, thirty niggas
Thirty deep biggie standin' with the sticks
Bitches grittin' on they teeth
Tell me what the fuck you want
And you can sign the release

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