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Smeeze Video (MV)




Performed By: Doble A
Language: English
Length: 3:12
Written by: Angel Arambulo




Doble A - Smeeze Lyrics




Praying to God gotta get on my knees
She started dancing I ain't talking smeeze
Sick of the bullshit just started to sneeze
Niggas want money dont come asking me
Styrofoam my cup full of lean
I can't forget bout the grean
Hop hop yellow tape it ain't scotch
Run up bands I ain't sippin on walk
Silly question, I ain't talking with ops
Kindergarten, why you playing with blocks?
Small circle, all I need for the job
Turn up, do this shit for the mob
I've been tryna get it right
Hard-scope on a bully on sight
Last straw, just polluted the sprite
Been sloppy just the way that I write

Spilling drink on my carpet
Morning shorty she ain't wilding
I see snakes hear the sirens
She want the rollie put the time in
Big rocks looking ready for climbing
Broke my wrists now i'm icing with diamonds
Smoke loud, but no noise when i'm shining
Head to toe dripping out in designer
Grown ass nigga but he playing with minors
Niggas folding put they ass in a binder
Can't see the vision got eyes of the tiger
Flexing with ease think i'm tearing the fiber
Hoe act like she know me
Now she tryna phone me
Want a pic i'm charging fee
Stood her up she on her knees

Praying to God gotta get on my knees
She started dancing I ain't talking smeeze
Sick of the bullshit just started to sneeze
Niggas want money dont come asking me
Styrofoam my cup full of lean
I can't forget bout the grean
Hop hop yellow tape it ain't scotch
Run up bands I ain't sippin on walk
Silly question, I ain't talking with ops
Kindergarten, why you playing with blocks?
Small circle, all I need for the job
Turn up, do this shit for the mob
I've been tryna get it right
Hard-scope on a bully on sight
Last straw, just polluted the sprite
Been sloppy just the way that I write

Ay, wanna boss up so i flex my wrist
Wanna talk up so i flex my click
If you run up guess i'm shooting in van
Dropping it off in japan
Still spitting heat give me fan
Brass bullets but i'm classy I fire the grams
Catch-fish that's posted up still on the gram
Undercover but exposing her man
Females dipping once that shit hit the fan
Acting funny but they stalking they stan
They be depressed about shit that they do
I cannot help you my Dr. is Sues
Looking so blue I ain't giving you clues
Right looking left when she she's put on on her shoes
Bodied the beat this shit already bruised
Doblea blew up, did you not hear the news

Praying to God gotta get on my knees
She started dancing I ain't talking smeeze
Sick of the bullshit just started to sneeze
Niggas want money dont come asking me
Styrofoam my cup full of lean
I can't forget bout the grean
Hop hop yellow tape it ain't scotch
Run up bands I ain't sippin on walk
Silly question, I ain't talking with ops
Kindergarten, why you playing with blocks?
Small circle, all I need for the job
Turn up, do this shit for the mob
I've been tryna get it right
Hard-scope on a bully on sight
Last straw, just polluted the Sprite
Been sloppy just the way that I Write
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Praying to God gotta get on my knees
She started dancing I ain't talking smeeze
Sick of the bullshit just started to sneeze
Niggas want money dont come asking me
Styrofoam my cup full of lean
I can't forget bout the grean
Hop hop yellow tape it ain't scotch
Run up bands I ain't sippin on walk
Silly question, I ain't talking with ops
Kindergarten, why you playing with blocks?
Small circle, all I need for the job
Turn up, do this shit for the mob
I've been tryna get it right
Hard-scope on a bully on sight
Last straw, just polluted the sprite
Been sloppy just the way that I write

Spilling drink on my carpet
Morning shorty she ain't wilding
I see snakes hear the sirens
She want the rollie put the time in
Big rocks looking ready for climbing
Broke my wrists now i'm icing with diamonds
Smoke loud, but no noise when i'm shining
Head to toe dripping out in designer
Grown ass nigga but he playing with minors
Niggas folding put they ass in a binder
Can't see the vision got eyes of the tiger
Flexing with ease think i'm tearing the fiber
Hoe act like she know me
Now she tryna phone me
Want a pic i'm charging fee
Stood her up she on her knees

Praying to God gotta get on my knees
She started dancing I ain't talking smeeze
Sick of the bullshit just started to sneeze
Niggas want money dont come asking me
Styrofoam my cup full of lean
I can't forget bout the grean
Hop hop yellow tape it ain't scotch
Run up bands I ain't sippin on walk
Silly question, I ain't talking with ops
Kindergarten, why you playing with blocks?
Small circle, all I need for the job
Turn up, do this shit for the mob
I've been tryna get it right
Hard-scope on a bully on sight
Last straw, just polluted the sprite
Been sloppy just the way that I write

Ay, wanna boss up so i flex my wrist
Wanna talk up so i flex my click
If you run up guess i'm shooting in van
Dropping it off in japan
Still spitting heat give me fan
Brass bullets but i'm classy I fire the grams
Catch-fish that's posted up still on the gram
Undercover but exposing her man
Females dipping once that shit hit the fan
Acting funny but they stalking they stan
They be depressed about shit that they do
I cannot help you my Dr. is Sues
Looking so blue I ain't giving you clues
Right looking left when she she's put on on her shoes
Bodied the beat this shit already bruised
Doblea blew up, did you not hear the news

Praying to God gotta get on my knees
She started dancing I ain't talking smeeze
Sick of the bullshit just started to sneeze
Niggas want money dont come asking me
Styrofoam my cup full of lean
I can't forget bout the grean
Hop hop yellow tape it ain't scotch
Run up bands I ain't sippin on walk
Silly question, I ain't talking with ops
Kindergarten, why you playing with blocks?
Small circle, all I need for the job
Turn up, do this shit for the mob
I've been tryna get it right
Hard-scope on a bully on sight
Last straw, just polluted the Sprite
Been sloppy just the way that I Write
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Writer: Angel Arambulo
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