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Switching Sides Video (MV)




Performed By: Smacc Gang
Length: 3:32
Written by: shyleel clarke
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Smacc Gang - Switching Sides Lyrics
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Hungry and starving I started off struggling
Crazy part about it I still ain't got nothing
Niggas be broke they just look like they stunting
Pockets f*cked up shit I keep it a hundred
I was f*cked up my bitch gave me some money
My family fake they just watch me stay hungry
Racist DA built a case on my homies
Took all my niggas the streets feeling lonely
All these new niggas these boys ain't my homies
No I don't f*ck with jabronis
No I don't like you
You phony
Nigga so don't call me brosey
Felling like 96 Kobe
Fresh in the game I got something to prove
Young full of pride I got nothing to lose
Labels treat niggas like fools
Stay independent just watch how I move
Imma get Money bitch imma stay cool
Trapping in bandos don't make me a fool
No I don't think this shit cool
I was dead broke had to go make a move
Having no money ain't cool
Started with nothing bitch how can I lose
Run up on me and you making the news
Brand new revolver ain't leaving no clues
Niggas keep switching they crews
Bitches keep switching they dudes
Who can you trust not to switch up on you
Who do I trust shit I'm one of the two
Smut hunter nigga you know how I do
Running through ninjas Im loving the crew
She said her man gone I'll be there in a few
Bag full of condoms my gun with me to
Cuz he f*ck with the opps and she f*ck with me to
Cant f*ck with these bitches these bitches is basic
F*ck all these niggas these niggas be hating
Asking for favors they act like I Made it
Smoking this weed and Im stacking this paper
Pussy so good gotta save some for later
Mazi so good got me f*cking up paper
Get to the money and stunt on your haters
Imma get money and stunt on my haters
Money cars hoes clothes f*ck the fame
Shit I want the money cars hoes clothes f*ck the fame
Shit I want the money cars hoes clothes f*ck the fame
Shit I want the money cars hoes clothes f*ck the fame (NIGGA)
Grew up around dope dealers Crack fiens and cold killers
Where the hating niggas be the broke niggas
I don't say waddup but I know niggas
Cuz Im sick of talking and imma show niggas
This year imma blow nigga to the top imma go nigga
When I get this money I don't know niggas
I don't care who feel offended
Im stunting on niggas I really been shitting
Less time in the booth and more time in the kitchen
My shawty ain't switching she all about business
She get wrapped up then Im taking the sentence
I keep this shit real thats what's making em listen
Cant trust none of these rappers cuz niggas be switching
Dressing like females but that ain't my business
Imma stay hungry and imma stay vicious
Cuz niggas fall off once they start getting chicken
Hot when you started but now ur shit switching
Telling these bitches my wifey be tripping
Only one night and Im not with the kissing
Its on sight for my homie I heard he sneak dissing
Was in it together but niggas be switching
Want all the shine he can't play his position
More than a rapper bitch Im a musician
My thoughts extra deep people feed off my wisdom
Talking that violence and niggas gone listen
Start talking that knowledge and niggas start switching
Niggas be broke cuz they keep playing victim
No one to blame shit you gotta go get it
Still with my day ones cant switch on my niggas
No switching No switching No switching No switching
Cant f*ck with these bitches these bitches is basic
F*ck all these niggas these niggas be hating
Asking for favors they act like I Made it
Smoking this weed and im stacking this paper
Pussy so good gotta save some for later
Mazi so good got me f*cking up paper
Get to the money and stunt on your haters
Imma get money and stunt on my haters
Money cars hoes clothes f*ck the fame
Shit I want the money cars hoes clothes f*ck the fame
Shit I want the money cars hoes clothes f*ck the fame
Shit I want the money cars hoes clothes f*ck the fame (NIGGA)
Grew up around dope dealers Crack fiens and cold killers
Where the hating niggas be the broke niggas
I don't say waddup but I know niggas
Cuz Im sick of talking and imma show niggas
This year imma blow nigga to the top imma go nigga
When I get this money I don't know niggas
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Hungry and starving I started off struggling
Crazy part about it I still ain't got nothing
Niggas be broke they just look like they stunting
Pockets f*cked up shit I keep it a hundred
I was f*cked up my bitch gave me some money
My family fake they just watch me stay hungry
Racist DA built a case on my homies
Took all my niggas the streets feeling lonely
All these new niggas these boys ain't my homies
No I don't f*ck with jabronis
No I don't like you
You phony
Nigga so don't call me brosey
Felling like 96 Kobe
Fresh in the game I got something to prove
Young full of pride I got nothing to lose
Labels treat niggas like fools
Stay independent just watch how I move
Imma get Money bitch imma stay cool
Trapping in bandos don't make me a fool
No I don't think this shit cool
I was dead broke had to go make a move
Having no money ain't cool
Started with nothing bitch how can I lose
Run up on me and you making the news
Brand new revolver ain't leaving no clues
Niggas keep switching they crews
Bitches keep switching they dudes
Who can you trust not to switch up on you
Who do I trust shit I'm one of the two
Smut hunter nigga you know how I do
Running through ninjas Im loving the crew
She said her man gone I'll be there in a few
Bag full of condoms my gun with me to
Cuz he f*ck with the opps and she f*ck with me to
Cant f*ck with these bitches these bitches is basic
F*ck all these niggas these niggas be hating
Asking for favors they act like I Made it
Smoking this weed and Im stacking this paper
Pussy so good gotta save some for later
Mazi so good got me f*cking up paper
Get to the money and stunt on your haters
Imma get money and stunt on my haters
Money cars hoes clothes f*ck the fame
Shit I want the money cars hoes clothes f*ck the fame
Shit I want the money cars hoes clothes f*ck the fame
Shit I want the money cars hoes clothes f*ck the fame (NIGGA)
Grew up around dope dealers Crack fiens and cold killers
Where the hating niggas be the broke niggas
I don't say waddup but I know niggas
Cuz Im sick of talking and imma show niggas
This year imma blow nigga to the top imma go nigga
When I get this money I don't know niggas
I don't care who feel offended
Im stunting on niggas I really been shitting
Less time in the booth and more time in the kitchen
My shawty ain't switching she all about business
She get wrapped up then Im taking the sentence
I keep this shit real thats what's making em listen
Cant trust none of these rappers cuz niggas be switching
Dressing like females but that ain't my business
Imma stay hungry and imma stay vicious
Cuz niggas fall off once they start getting chicken
Hot when you started but now ur shit switching
Telling these bitches my wifey be tripping
Only one night and Im not with the kissing
Its on sight for my homie I heard he sneak dissing
Was in it together but niggas be switching
Want all the shine he can't play his position
More than a rapper bitch Im a musician
My thoughts extra deep people feed off my wisdom
Talking that violence and niggas gone listen
Start talking that knowledge and niggas start switching
Niggas be broke cuz they keep playing victim
No one to blame shit you gotta go get it
Still with my day ones cant switch on my niggas
No switching No switching No switching No switching
Cant f*ck with these bitches these bitches is basic
F*ck all these niggas these niggas be hating
Asking for favors they act like I Made it
Smoking this weed and im stacking this paper
Pussy so good gotta save some for later
Mazi so good got me f*cking up paper
Get to the money and stunt on your haters
Imma get money and stunt on my haters
Money cars hoes clothes f*ck the fame
Shit I want the money cars hoes clothes f*ck the fame
Shit I want the money cars hoes clothes f*ck the fame
Shit I want the money cars hoes clothes f*ck the fame (NIGGA)
Grew up around dope dealers Crack fiens and cold killers
Where the hating niggas be the broke niggas
I don't say waddup but I know niggas
Cuz Im sick of talking and imma show niggas
This year imma blow nigga to the top imma go nigga
When I get this money I don't know niggas
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Writer: shyleel clarke
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