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With That Smirk! Video (MV)




Performed By: Will Just Chill
Language: English
Length: 2:12
Written by: Willie Forbes




Will Just Chill - With That Smirk! Lyrics




You my everything, you my everything, yeah
Way you look at me with that smirk
Way look at me with that smirk

FaceTime you after work
No panties on, no shirt like yea
And you know you got that work
That's why you look at me with that smirk like

Speak three different languages
I can still read your pain and shit
Girl, you ain't got to explain
No way, yeah, I won't look at you strange
Took her to the sea to finally break out her shell
She like the motion of the ocean and the way that it swell
She got me thinking extra deep bout organisms and cells
The universe its energies, how to attract and repel
All I know, I think she hit me with a spell
All my bros say she the one, I'm like, oh yeah

FaceTime you after work
No panties on, no shirt like yea
And you know you got that work
That's why you look at me with that smirk like

You my everything, you my everything, yeah
Way you look at me with that smirk like
I know you distant so I don't be tripping like yea
Way you look at me with that smirk like

I just got you a new necklace
I just got the bed and breakfast
I just put you on to the fashion
Dripped out sploosh so nasty
Thumbing through the bands, hands ashy
Supercharge the whip, try to catch me, flexing
Said it was the za, but it's reggie
Paranoid and shit, got me edgy

FaceTime you after work
No panties on, no shirt like yea
And you know you got that work
That's why you look at me with that smirk like
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You my everything, you my everything, yeah
Way you look at me with that smirk
Way look at me with that smirk

FaceTime you after work
No panties on, no shirt like yea
And you know you got that work
That's why you look at me with that smirk like

Speak three different languages
I can still read your pain and shit
Girl, you ain't got to explain
No way, yeah, I won't look at you strange
Took her to the sea to finally break out her shell
She like the motion of the ocean and the way that it swell
She got me thinking extra deep bout organisms and cells
The universe its energies, how to attract and repel
All I know, I think she hit me with a spell
All my bros say she the one, I'm like, oh yeah

FaceTime you after work
No panties on, no shirt like yea
And you know you got that work
That's why you look at me with that smirk like

You my everything, you my everything, yeah
Way you look at me with that smirk like
I know you distant so I don't be tripping like yea
Way you look at me with that smirk like

I just got you a new necklace
I just got the bed and breakfast
I just put you on to the fashion
Dripped out sploosh so nasty
Thumbing through the bands, hands ashy
Supercharge the whip, try to catch me, flexing
Said it was the za, but it's reggie
Paranoid and shit, got me edgy

FaceTime you after work
No panties on, no shirt like yea
And you know you got that work
That's why you look at me with that smirk like
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Writer: Willie Forbes
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