Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Smug Money, artist - Smug Mang. Album song Smug Classics, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 16.04.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Smug Mang
Song language: English
Smug Money |
| It is Smug God |
| It is Smug Mang |
| This my Smug Music |
| Wake up in the early morning, get that Smug Money |
| Smug, Smug, Smug |
| Get that Smug Money! |
| Wake up in the early morning, get that Smug Money |
| Smug, Smug, Smug |
| Get that motherfuckin' Smug Money! |
| Wake up in the early morning, get that Smug Money |
| Smug Money! |
| Get that motherfuckin' Smug Money! |
| Smug Money! |
| Goddamn I love this Smug Money |
| Smug, Smug, Smug |
| It’s a, it’s another beautiful day in Sasne |
| whatever you say |
| I’ve been up 48 hours straight |
| Rollin' off the molly or the sniffy or off the yay |
| Smug Life, good life, every day we celebrate |
| Smuggin' we gon' calibrate |
| Grandma and my mama is the only reason I graduate |
| Pull out Xans in highschool Smugga, yeah cause I couldn’t wait |
| I don’t care what they say, yeah throw some dirt on Smug Mang |
| I just throw some hundreds back in their face |
| Movin' on Smug, fast paced |
| Zooted off these bars so give me my Voss and my space |
| Hoe you wasn’t back in my |
| Killer god, mean flow, in and outer space |
| But who the fuck to blame, who the fuck to blame? |
| Cause nowadays every know Smug Mang (Smuuug Muusic) |
| A.k.a. |
| Drug Mang, a.k.a. Xan Lord |
| A.k.a. |
| your bitch give me head in your car |
| Hangin' with all the mob, fuckin' Smug Stars |
| Doin' drugs, sellin' drugs |
| Rollin' dice, playin' cards |
| Young Smuggas, young skins, cause that’s who we are |
| That’s who we motherfuckin' are |
| Ayy, ayy, ayy |
| I just got here |
| Air Max on the side of the border |
| I’m ocean shore lookin' for some weed and a order |
| Young Memphis nigga but my bitch stay in Georgia |
| Got a bitch down in Florida and a where it’s warm |
| Bitch I’m talkin' country clubs, I’m connected with the farmers |
| Cash crop while we hustle |
| Get 'em in, get 'em out, it get hotter up in the summer |
| I lay shit down and you get laid down |
| And I make it to my dungeon like I’m feelin' safe now |
| 'Bouta K now, yeah a hundred K now |
| I don’t really talk guns but this hatin' make rounds pussy |