LADADA ft. Ace. & TJ THE ARTIST Lyrics

Smoove

Smoove

Smoove

Smoove

Smoove

Aye this jaunt make you bounce

This jaunt make you bounce like a, like a '64 Impala with the hydraulics in it

Yea

Yea

Yea

Smoove

Smoove

Smoove

Smoove, I said, I took a good look in the mirror, and told myself that you that nigga Smoove

Every choice you thought I made personal was a business move

All I know is work just because we equip a different tool

Don't mean that you would last trying to skip a mile in my tennis shoes

People see my corolla and ask why I'm not inside a corvette

But what about your deal? nigga obviously I ain't sign it yet

I ain't done my job until mama done being tired stressed

And flying with my pops to a private island on private jets (kick your feet back)

The more I write my spirit and soul awakens up

To lay the foundation for youth and I couldn't make this up

I'd rather see them wake at the crack of dawn to go chase a bus

Instead of ditching class skipping education to face a blunt

Niggas got it messed up worrying about how to raise a gun

Shoot up the club but he shy away when it's time to raise his son

I dont rap for bread couldn't care less if I made a crumb

Long as I touch the people I'm spitting heat until my days are done, Smoove

Yea, make way, the menace has arrived

When they cleared the real MC's out the game guess who survived (man take a quick Guess)

Shit me, cause ain't no one else on my level

Except for Donaven and Tony my soul was resurrected from the dirt

Through accumulated hurt and shit

Goofy kid turned into introvert and shit

I got tired of them niggas that would follow the mass

Just chasing ass from them thick ass broads with no class look

But they still worth a fuck, cause a classless broad is who gave me my first nut real

Kodak moments from an Ace and penny sex-capade but now I elevate into a whole new Phase

No longer chasing eaters or dreaming of two seaters

Or hitting licks on niggas in crocs and wife beaters

You see I'm on some different shit

Writing lyrics that's potent so you can never in your life question my penmanship

Yea, peep the look that's on my face, I didn't come to play with you rappers y'all a Disgrace

Yea mumbling and shit through a verse, see it's no wonder how y'all slip on a verse

You do what works while I'm moving mountains with every line that I jot

Each syllable and scheme will lead you closer to my plot but

No need no worry, because I shine like a bezel and all my competitions raps can't Emerge from surface level

Sometimes I just don't want to talk to people

When they going to realize my bars are lethal

Yea I live with my mama and I ain't really with drama

But I can call my goons so they can come and beat you boy it's nice to meet you

Marching band with the sticks they don't play around

Villains keep the techs in the Rick and Morty spray ground

Dipping in your pockets because you know it's time to pay pal

Have you butt naked in the street laying face down

Let me chill though, I'm tired of wasting time

I'm kicking in the door I'm trying to take what's mine

She had asked me how I'm doing I said that I'm fine really I was lying I just want to be Alone

I was in my home when I heard my brother caught the chrome

Head was spinning in circles isolated from my folks

When I first heard the news I really thought it was a hokes

Always told him be safe but you can't depend on your hopes