Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Smiling Faces, artist - PropainDate of issue: 14.12.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Smiling Faces |
| Smiling faces sometimes pretend to be your friend |
| Smiling faces show no traces of the evil that lurks within |
| Ooh ooh ok I’m on it |
| Niggas know that I’m on it |
| I ain’t to big I’m |
| But hater picture me rollin' |
| My neck and my wrist be frozen |
| Diamonds on something golden |
| I’m dope and be spittin' poet |
| Pro hotter than something stolen |
| Swangin' and comin' down |
| The coldest thing in my city |
| Bitch even in summer time |
| Some niggas use to be knockin' |
| I pull up like what up now? |
| See now is my trunk that’s knockin' |
| Shit sound like a drum alive |
| Man this dumpin it be like ughh |
| System kickin' it sound like a hostage up in my trunk |
| Daam my team in the buildin' is poppin' we got it crunk |
| VIP |
| Every hand got a bottle in it |
| Rose in with a lot of women |
| While the haters just watch us winnin' |
| Man I hate these ho boppin' niggas |
| Who pretend like they potnas with ya |
| But they hate bro |
| Cus yo weight up |
| And they ain’t yo potnas |
| They out to get ya |
| Fuck them I can’t stop |
| Killing on a roll |
| Boy I’m ballin paper |
| Too hot to look down on haters |
| My throne a hundred miles away from these,. |
| Smiling faces, smiling faces sometimes |
| They don’t tell the truth uh |
| Smiling faces, smiling faces tell lies and I got proof |
| Ooh ooh ok you see it |
| Ho I know that you see it |
| These vvs’s is gleaming |
| This candy paint at its sweetest |
| My nephew he gettin' older |
| So mo' dinero I need it |
| So on that corner I’m grindin' |
| In Texas we call this bleeding |
| He killin' I can’t belive it |
| Pro be spittin' that fire |
| These swanggers is lookin classy |
| And they pokin' out on my tires' |
| (The freshest one in my class) |
| Man these rappers hope I expire |
| But you ain’t in this never |
| I’m dissin yo dreams no malaya |
| I’m floatin' can’t get no higher |
| Double cups celebration |
| This Dj Screw in my styra' |
| Draan Draankin' drank |
| Till I’m passin out like a flyer |
| Stunnin' on em' |
| Years I’ve been modest |
| And now I’m king in this bitch |
| And they can’t do shit about it |
| These niggas talk bout' a movement |
| But it wouldn’t be shit with out em' |
| Shout out my niggas that’s moving |
| I see you niggas keep grindin' |
| A couple rappers is loosin |
| They thinkin' beef is the option |
| But ain’t no dissin' my nigga |
| Cus when I see you is poppin' |
| I’m turning… |
| Smiling faces (too frowns), smiling faces they don’t tell the truth uh |
| Smiling faces, smiling faces tell lies and I got proof |