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Witchdoctor - Smooth Shit lyrics
f/ Khujo, T-Mo Uh, the Witchdoctor on some smooth shit Yeah, Witchdoctor, straight up on some smooth shit Ha, yeah, straight up on some smooth shit, check it out [Witchdoctor] You got my life on the edge I wanna see my whole crew alive, not dead Paper money in hundred and Gs A lifestyle of luxury Fuck a pimp, it's about a player When you handling your business on this SWATs Himalayas Bankhead, daylife, weekdays, dice shooters And these young female barracudas Flipping money is a job itself When you gotta get funds in something by somebody else Now you gotta make deals back first When you copped you some worth off this planet earth That's why I'm huffing, busting, cause ain't no loving In these streets, don't give a nigga too much of nothing I serve to survive, Team got it on his arm I watch these dealers move on Ain't that the bomb that goes boom The shit that these Js get high with in a room I consume the whole planet with one swallow I swear, I'm trying to stretch twenty dollars out here I got snapping, a whole bunch of niggas trapping Let God be the judge, react quick Here comes a slug from a nigga out Atlanta You shot an innocent bystander How frail we are in the face of nature Hurricane Erin coming, feeling safer? Straight up on some smooth shit [Chorus] Ahhh. Let the sun shine in [T-Mo] Not often, but when I do You might see another side come through For those that try to fit legit ways of living Into a lifestyle that's quick but steady Up off the streets and ready to compete with house niggas The bigger they work against the turf, man Gotta do my dirt even though it hurts It's being done, grants are being flipped Homeboys are getting dropped Serving to survive this thing, I'm in to win Pulling up folks that's been down since day one Son, you better back up off of these, nigga, please While see, I'm killing mentalities of crackers Thinking all niggas stupid Just don't conform to their ways of getting paid Minimum wage, bitch made hoe type Thinking it's all about they hype, I still rock the mic Straight up on some smooth shit Straight up on some motherfucking smooth shit [Chorus] [Khujo] Biscuit head beanie, eenie meenie miney mo It's fifteen of you off in here Pledged myself, I'm coming back you ain't Strap up because in most incidents The passengers don't survive Like really, drive safely cause ain't no love Only lust laying around these capillaries Looking perhaps in a vein collapsed Pop caught one in the lungs, lifelines Is barely hanging from the previous banging Snooze I lose like Bubba Them proper South rules, cutting off heads And making them look for they socks and shoes JJ wet ‘em up, I'm still dripping chrome Can't see the forest for the trees The master's plan taking it's toll The valley is flooding, demons are looking for shelter Pressure will bust a pipe, mummify me Don't hand me no devils' death, promise What more can I do that ain't already been done? Khujo snapping on some smooth shit [Chorus] |
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