Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Smack, artist - Audio Push.
Date of issue: 08.09.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Smack |
I just be talking and walking while I’m spitting at hoes |
Smoking and drinking, I probably get in them hoes |
Got wholly 1942, I’m sipping it slow |
She take it all to the throat, you be kissing that hoe |
You got your own hair, on wheels, own crib, pay your own bills |
You see some hating hoes you don’t get along with |
Well, turn it up 'cause this your song, bitch (gon fuck it up, up, up, up) |
Stop, roll with it, a nigga move to LA but I’m straight out the toll with it |
She tell you no but she hit my crib and knocked a whole with it |
You talking over that internet and I’m at your door with it |
Day one, we then balling, boy you been in a scrimmage |
Pistol twerking, fuck that jerkin, boy, we been with the business |
In case you don’t know my name, Price, aka Mr. Take your life for your wife |
That’s just 87 |
Girl, if you keep on doing what you doing now |
We gonna go somewhere and I’m gonna take you down |
And I’m a smack that, girl, I’m a smack that |
And I’m a smack that, girl, I’m a smack that |
Look back at it like you tripped on it |
Lil' momma got a nice set of lips on her |
I said bend over, touch your toes |
Don’t bring no friends, I don’t trust them hoes |
Got a bad habit, I can’t quit |
My home girls always say that niggas ain’t shit |
I pull up in that bad, they be like ain’t this |
Young Suzy from the Rich always counting chips |
I be like yeah, that, yeah, that, man |
Flow crazy, fuck around and get a casket |
Young black man, whole lot of paper |
I love kush, love kush, smoke it by the acre |
Shake your money maker, for a money maker |
I’m a finish school, these niggas need a hundred majors |
Everything ain’t what it look, getting paper by the book |
Go ahead, bring the hook again, huh |
Girl, if you keep on doing what you doing now |
We gonna go somewhere and I’m gonna take you down |
And I’m a smack that, girl, I’m a smack that |
And I’m a smack that, girl, I’m a smack that |
It go money, drugs, bitches, liquor |
My name, Octane, I’m that, nigga |
White girls love me, Iphone Insta |
Gram going ham, got Becky and her sister |
Going in like damn, who is that girl |
I know she white but she shake it like a black girl |
She bent it over put that dip up in your back, girl |
And then you shake it, let your home girl smack, girl |
I got it all locked, the whole city, the whole state, whole country |
Whole world, niggas gonna hate |
Throw it at me baby, go and pitch it |
I’m at home play, if you ain’t walking towards my niggas wrong way |
Keep it going, keep it shaking, baby, you know what I’m playing |
If you shake it, I’m a smack it like the song saying |
If your man try and trip tell him back off, nigga |
It’s Octane, boy, I’m that nigga |
Girl, if you keep on doing what you doing now |
We gonna go somewhere and I’m gonna take you down |
And I’m a smack that, girl, I’m a smack that |
And I’m a smack that, girl, I’m a smack that |
Top down with the Rollie out the window, that’s me, this shit’s fly |
Top down with the Rollie out the window, that’s me, this shit’s fly |
Top down with the Rollie out the window, that’s me, this shit’s fly |
Top down with the Rollie out the window, that’s me, this shit’s fly |