Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Smith & Wesson, artist - MD. Date of issue: 13.01.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Smith & Wesson |
| Smith & Wesson |
| Spit that Smith & Wesson, yeah |
| Give you that kill to your soul feel, oh |
| Smith & Wesson |
| Spit that Smith & Wesson |
| Give that kill to your soul, feel heaven |
| Soul food, come get your blessin' |
| I told you, come get your blessin', yeah, yeah |
| Smith & Wesson |
| Spit that Smith & Wesson |
| Give you that kill til your soul, feel heaven |
| Soul food, come get your blessin' |
| Yeah, I told you, come get your blessin', yeah |
| Yeah, AK second letter with my range though |
| Yeah, I feel fly as TSA in plane clothes |
| Itsy-bitsy rappers swear they kings though |
| Sun came out and dried up all they rain though |
| I sound cloud high |
| Streamin' a track and you can spot the fire emoji |
| Cause I’m livin' all I got |
| Boy, I’m really livin' more than sentimental |
| Put it in the middle of a instrumental |
| Every jot and tittle from my brother, pencil riddle |
| With the riddles of my Father’s vision |
| Boy, I know you heard me go off |
| Sorry for all the hold up |
| In the lab now with COBRA |
| Tempo, tempo, tempo |
| Homie, that’s my quota |
| The album comin' soon |
| Natalie, that’s no lie |
| Smith & Wesson |
| Spit that Smith & Wesson |
| Give you that kill to your soul, feel heaven |
| Soul food, come get your blessin' |
| I told you, come get your blessin', yeah, yeah |
| Smith & Wesson |
| Spit that Smith & Wesson |
| Give you that kill to your soul, feel heaven |
| Soul food, come get your blessin' |
| Yeah, I told you, come get your blessin', yeah |
| Puttin' in work, young T Chef up the stove though |
| I pull up in all black with the Rose gold |
| Microphone loaded weapon, spit a real rap |
| I just wrote this from the soul so I know you feel that |
| Put my life inside these bars, yeah |
| Metaphor a murder charge, uh |
| Metamorphosis, I still evolve |
| Write the sound of heaven, higher power |
| Light the valley, really I just hold the torch |
| I’m a freedom writer speak my peace up in the fire |
| I got angels all surronding just to hold me down |
| Yeah, hold me down, yeah |
| I’m a young wavy Memphis, raging shawty level up |
| Yeah, shawty level up |
| I just came from Atlanta and I really need a break |
| But I get three more shows this month, yeah |
| Smith & Wesson |
| Spit that Smith & Wesson |
| Give you that kill to your soul, feel heaven |
| Soul food, come get your blessin' |
| I told you, come get your blessin', yeah, yeah |
| Smith & Wesson |
| Spit that Smith & Wesson |
| Give that kill to your soul, feel heaven |
| Soul food, come get your blessin' |
| I told you, come get your blessin', yeah |
| Oh, we just strange, full of grace, all my gang |
| Oh, HGA to the grave, that my faith, yeah |
| Jesus is allegiance here, won’t pick apart a piece of this |
| The piece is His, when everybody wanna leave it here |
| We leanin' in, we eatin' here, that’s it |
| We ain’t great, but we ain’t fake at all |
| Talkin' CHH to create faith in bars |
| Homie, we don’t play like EA games |
| And we take aim to see they change to free they pain |
| We say «gang», but we don’t stain |
| The key to… |
| Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up |
| Y’all gotta wait for the album man |
| I can’t give it all here, you know what I’m sayin'? |
| Get your tickets to the Tempo Tour |
| It’s the last time we doin' this |
| Intimate, know what I mean? |
| Come hear what we workin' on |