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Smack DVD (Lyrics) - SAINt JHN feat. Kanye West
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
SAINt JHN
SAINt JHN
Vocals
Kanye West
Kanye West
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kanye West
Kanye West
Songwriter
Carlos St. John Phillips
Carlos St. John Phillips
Songwriter
Ronald Spence Jr.
Ronald Spence Jr.
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
RONNY J
RONNY J
Producer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Dem Jointz
Dem Jointz
Producer
shadyboy
shadyboy
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Thought you was ready for the jet talk (Jet talk) And I thought you was ready for the switchblade (Switchblade) This that Audemars, come with the square mind (Square mind) And the Rolex come with the big face Waow, waow, waow, waow, waow, waow, waow, waow Wobble loud, loud, loud, loud, loud We turnt up loud, we runnin' wild For the gang, for the crown, for the team, for the town Make my trap niggas proud She's goin' down, down, down, down Ridin', showin' me the money, givin' me the handstand Showin' me finesse moves, givin' me the grand plan I don't understand now, I don't understand now Nigga, Smack DVD, I'm standin' here inside the streets I ain't hear a lil' boy, thirty niggas, thirty deep Biggie standin' with the sticks, bitches grittin' on they teeth Tell me what the fuck you want and you can sign the release I got diamond 'round my neck, twenty thousand Pay me my respect, pullin' hund's up Tell a nigga "Yeah, you are not a threat" Frighten a nigga, yeah, bust it, no regret Nigga, choppa goin' acapella, rock the roof for really I might spend a quarter milli', bein' broke is my Achilles Nigga, bought the fuckin' duty-free Liqour that I'm buyin' for some niggas that I only see inside of me, I light it I'm not sayin' this shit is top ten, but I been lit And I just took my ex back 'cause it's vintage I got the Rari' outside and it's tinted, it's sun tinted Never have to squint when you glimpse in Nigga, Smack DVD, I'm standin' here inside the streets I ain't a hear a lil' boy, thirty niggas, thirty deep Biggie standin' with the sticks, bitches grittin' on they teeth Tell me what the fuck you want and you can sign the release (Wooh, wooh, wooh, wooh) Bought Smack DVD, I got to pull with the creed Got to pull up on a creek, got to find out where it be How they trap with the streets (Streets) For the money, hit the field, better put on Yeezy cleats Take me up, take me up, they say "Ye, you done enough" Boy, I ain't done enough until we run the number up Man, you talkin' 'bout me, but oh, yeah, I'm a thug Man, you talkin' 'bout the president, I call the number up Man, you talkin' 'bout Elon, I call the number up Man, you talk about Kim K, you know you effin' up Could you talk to the mayor, 'bout Breonna Taylor? I talked to the president for her, givin' my life to the Lord Smack DVD, if we extinct, then what are we? Gotta cease with the murders, gotta pull up with the fleet It's a thousand black babies gettin' murdered every day They don't know where to go, how to build a plan A Okay, Ye, this is me, what they gonna say to me I'm the only one out here that really gettin' free Gotta build a family, how to build a family It's a do or damn way, everything that I pray, uh Nigga, Smack DVD, I'm standin' here inside the streets I ain't a hear a lil' boy, thirty niggas, thirty deep Biggie standin' with the sticks, bitches grittin' on they teeth Tell me what the fuck you want and you can sign the release
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