Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Edgar Allan Poe'd Up, artist - Smino. Album song blkswn, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 13.03.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Zero Fatigue
Song language: English
Edgar Allan Poe'd Up |
| My heart on my sleeve |
| Boom-boom-ka-boom |
| Straight face when I grieve |
| Put the Remy on the ice |
| Edgar Allan Poe’d up, lean on me |
| The deuce, the deuce |
| Growed up too damn quick |
| Shawty sucked me, I was 9 |
| Stoned like a path through gardens |
| Green plants, nigga a botanist |
| Soon as I get the deposit |
| Loud man, liquor regardless |
| Uber to the pussy, I’m ballin' |
| Gucci on my balls in the Balmain |
| No plan, movin' with no brain |
| Wonder why I’m feelin' mundane |
| Same old cycle of trife, oh |
| Plan on breakin' the cycle |
| 'Til lil' shawty send me them nudes |
| Then it’s back to the titties and tight rolls |
| Thank God for that body |
| God for this bottle |
| She a Coca-Cola copy |
| And she know Smino Papi |
| Gon' be feenin' for her |
| Head game crackin' |
| She a cluck with the fuck |
| Right now I’m on a roll |
| No time to butter you up |
| My heart on my sleeve |
| Boom-boom-ka-boom |
| Straight face when I grieve |
| Put the Remy on the ice |
| Edgar Allan Poe’d up, lean on me |
| The deuce, the deuce |
| Growed up too damn quick |
| Shawty sucked me, I was 9 |
| So I don’t really want to talk about my feeling in here |
| Any, meeny, miny mo mo mo mo whiskey to spare? |
| Emptied my bottle now she counting her tears |
| Said lately she been sitting on the mountain of fear |
| Of what? |
| May be I can’t open up to yo inquisitions |
| Talking bout your people’s and expect me to sit and listen |
| And they don’t even like my ass |
| I know, I know my bad |
| Big trouble in little China |
| She say can’t even kill a nigga wit kindness, heart lost on mixtape, |
| dammit where did you find it? |
| Opportunities knocking, walk you ass thru that front door |
| Put your pride in your lymph nodes |
| Know this world is so cut throat |
| And a heart don’t mean shit if you ain’t using it |
| Yeah, yeah |
| (Yeah, yeah) |
| Yeah, yeah |
| (Yeah, yeah) |
| Yeah, yeah |
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| Yeah, yeah |
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| Yeah, yeah |
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| Yeah, yeah |
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| Yeah, yeah |
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| Yeah, yeah |
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| Yeah, yeah |
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| Yeah, yeah |
| (Yeah, yeah) |
| Yeah, yeah |
| The Father, The Father |
| The Father, The Father |
| The Father, The Father |