LL Smaky Lyrics – FattMack

Read the full LL Smaky lyrics by FattMack along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy FattMack’s music, you can also explore White Knight and Feel Like Diddy, two other songs by FattMack.

[Intro]
(Ayo, 10)
Fatt
(Ayy, say, Wicked, what up, man? What up?)

[Chorus]
I done been up a whole week, I still told bro bring more beans
I told you I wanted you then and you ghosted me
I cannot believe that you put him above me
Smak popped sixteen 30s and OD’d, yeah
I pop a pill every day, I’m a dope fiend
I cannot love you like I love these drügs
You can keep your advice, I don’t need you to coach me
She pull up, eat the d!ck like poultry
I’m rubbing off on these n!ggas like lotion
How the fu*k I’ma get to know the new you?
Honestly, I’m still in love with the old you
As soon as we leave, we connect like Bluetooth
You always come back to me and I told you, yeah
We talked on the phone and you ain’t even respond back the last time I told you I love you

[Verse]
And I hung up on you, I wasn’t in the mood to come let you play with my emotions
I got you calling right back tryna tell me you love me too for to smooth s*it over, yeah
I know you got my back, so you know that I’m choosing you over all these hoes
No matter how big the crowd, I wanna see your face front row every show
She know that I got hella poles, she know that I ain’t gon’ tell her no
She know I’ll crash out and go leave one dead, she kinda keep me at home
She know in my mind that I’m still that same lil’ n!gga when nobody noticed me
She know that I hope that she don’t leave ’cause I’ll be all alone
I know you see me calling your phone, don’t be surprised when I’m beating on your door
That message that you just texted me was so foul, you hurt me to my core
B!tch, I don’t wanna hear you say that s*it out loud ’cause might break my heart some more
After all them times you used my shoulder to cry, I never had an arm
To wipe my face and dry my fu*king eyes, every time it rain, it pour
Can’t believe I made it out, n!gga, we was just riding ’round town four deep in a Honda Accord
I hate when them monkey-ass n!ggas try to come ’round, get in my business, the fu*k is you, Curious George?

He act like he slide, but he actually not, that lil’ boy need an Oscar award

[Chorus]
I done been up a whole week, I still told bro bring more beans
I told you I wanted you then and you ghosted me
I cannot believe that you put him above me
Smak popped sixteen 30s and OD’d, yeah
I pop a pill every day, I’m a dope fiend
I cannot love you like I love these drügs
You can keep your advice, I don’t need you to coach me
She pull up, eat the d!ck like poultry
I’m rubbing off on these n!ggas like lotion
How the fu*k I’ma get to know the new you?
Honestly, I’m still in love with the old you
As soon as we leave, we connect like Bluetooth
You always come back to me and I told you, yeah
We talked on the phone and you ain’t even respond back the last time I told you I love you