paroles de chanson Surf's Up - Smokey Bear

Smokey!

Said I wouldn't make it, lost count of my haters

F*ck my old friends told me I wouldn't make it
Countin this paper lost count of my haters
My life been real ugly it still was amazing
Popping champagne every week an occasion
I leveled up now I feel elevated, hit my bro Swisha to check on the babies
Fam over everything it ain't no trading, gotcha girl on her knees like she was praying
Uh, B*tch I'm ya savior! B*tch I'ma slayer
Knock yo b*tch down like Laila, Why you keep trying to save her?
I do this sh*t by myself so why the f*ck I need a label?
Im independent forreal I think thats why they really hate me
Surf's up I'm really wavy, I really need a vacation
Cause all my b*tches drive me crazy, when you got too many it's hard to tame em
Ain't it? My lil b*tch tote a hammer in a purse, Yo girl go to the gram when she hurt
I'ma hit the Grammy's smokin purp!

F*ck my old friends told me I wouldn't make it
Countin this paper lost count of my haters
My life been real ugly it still was amazing
Popping champagne every week an occasion
I leveled up now I feel elevated, hit my bro Swisha to check on the babies
Fam over everything it ain't no trading, gotcha girl on her knees like she was praying
Surf's up I'm really wavy, I really need a vacation
Cause all my bitches drive me crazy, when you got too many it's hard to tame em
Ain't it? My lil b*tch tote a hammer in a purse, Yo girl go to the gram when she hurt
I'ma hit the Grammy's smokin purp!

Can't rock with no woman who lazy, get fellatio from yo old lady
I been havin b*tch's from Vegas...
I'm the sh*t in my own toilet just face it, b*tch I'ma beast ate the beat gave it rabies
Yo boyfriend a hater he stay perpetratin' bust that boy noodle and then call him Ramen
I'm always grinding you might see me skatin', boy you fell off like fat albert you fading
These rappers want the recipe to my flavor southern country bear might eat some gator
Say she ain't gone f*ck me less we datin'... left me in shock like a taser
Told that b*tch gone do something creative... before you start f*cking my day up

F*ck my old friends told me I wouldn't make it
Countin this paper lost count of my haters
My life been real ugly it still was amazing
Popping champagne every week an occasion
I leveled up now I feel elevated, hit my bro Swisha to check on the babies
Fam over everything it ain't no trading, gotcha girl on her knees like she was praying
Surf's up I'm really wavy, I really need a vacation
Cause all my bitches drive me crazy, when you got too many it's hard to tame em
Ain't it? My lil bitch tote a hammer in a purse, Yo girl go to the gram when she hurt
I'ma hit the Grammy's smokin purp!