D Smoke - Shame On You (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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D Smoke - Shame On You (en) Lyrics
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Yeah
Super
Good
Listen
Summer in the wintertime
Smoke back on this beat, act
like it's dinnertime
Four packs, no receipt, no LoJack, hold
my heat in case I have to throw that
in the river after sinner time
Uh, I'm good, I'm good, I swear, I'm
good, I ain't losing no sleep
I'm hood, I'm Wood, I'm where
I wanna be, see no defeat
I pull that off the hip to shoot the shit that
piss the vultures off, the culture's in good
hands, goddamn, that man is so in sync
Uh, Justin Timberlake
Seized planet, now good karma
on my dinnerplate
I played thе backup actor, actively
soaked up that after my acumеn,
ruder master flew to interspace
Two times for niggas that
ain't gon' lose
Three times for niggas that
break wrong rules
One time for niggas that
paid those dues
Listen, if you ain't getting it,
then shame on you, on you
Girl, I'm tryna put this game on you
Might fuck around, let me scribble
my name on you, on you
Seven figures, put my gang on too
Fuck it, if you don't get
it, it's a shame on you
Uh, shame on
Ooh, damn, ooh, damn, you
can't put the blame on
Nobody but who you see when
you turn candleflame on
And that window stain show reflection,
please refrain from
Projecting to protect you from
accepting your name tarnished
Bitch, you ain't farted
Think you the shit, really this shit
ain't for the faint hearted
Think you've been hip, then take a
two piece to your brain target
Think you've been slick, the
truth defines you reclining,
you so lethargic
Run that fade if you hate
Uh, juice box, squeeze that
Minute Maid, bust a grape
Uh, rooftop, see, that chain
is lame if it break
Uh, goosebumps, leave that nigga dazed,
put the Glock away and sock on they
face, show your pain if you brave
Oops, I done did it again if you late
Uh, roots run deeper than
Hussein, who rang?
I rock two chains, who bang?
I block two lanes, Wu Tang
Hop out and swing, true
king, ask 'bout me
Far more than the minimum
Finish him
Throw hands, swing back
like a pendulum
To knock that racket, no Wimbledon
In a long-sleeved Pendleton
Where the palm tree, palm leaves give
me shade, even when the fray leading
brigades defending the innocent
Threw pops in the penitentiary,
incidentally, all his sons
grew up to be gentlemen
With a knack for the penciling
Could scrap with the best of them
Put one straight through
your chest for them
Boy, you ain't got no business fucking
with these family ties, on my life,
it's about to be a— Wait, hold up
Boy, we don't leave no witness, word
to Guinness, every record that
we wrecking toting pistols
It's incidental
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