Smeegle

[Intro]

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[Verse 1]

Back when the music was the singles

Before the rap niggas started making jingles

Back when Soulja made a killing off of ringtones

Back then, I would stack my chips, Pringles

Back then, young kid sicker than the measles

Kept the dope fiends itchin' like it's ringworms

Baskin', married to the game without a ring, though

You was precious to me, I was Smeegle, goddamn

Fast forward, you was everything, I was livin' for

Only thing soft was your chest, I was restin' on

Through them rough nights, love is what I did it for

Did you wrong, back then I couldn't do nothin' right, goddamn

I'll admit it, you the reason that I'm in it

Be the reason you be queefin' while I'm in it long

Take a minute, 'cause you're grievin' hard (Huh, huh)

When the liquor bleedin' through your pores

Sleepin' on the floors, damn it, Jim Morrison doors

Starin' at the ceilings and the posters on the walls

So outgoing but we was indoors

Don't know what we in for, ten fold

[Chorus]

You should have been my missus

I done struck out, yeah, I know I missed it

This one dedicated to my bitches

All the real ones who will never get the mention

This song, I done struck out, yeah, I know I missed it

This one dedicated to my bitches

All the real ones who will never get the mention

This song dedicated to you, for you

This song (This song)

For you (For you)

Oh, whoa, whoa

Oh, whoa, whoa

[Verse 2]

Back when the music was the singles (Singles)

'Fore my baby brother rapped like the mingles

Like when white folks wouldn't even mingle

I'm just glad, we just speak the same lingo, goddamn

All I want is guap and my Evisu

And the bad ho from Santo Domingo

I ain't had a fan or birdie to sing to

Now I'm realizin' how much I need you

Turf's gon' help me get wealthy

The turf's gon' bless me, Hail Mary

I done had menages, bunch of RiRi look alikes

And wannabe Beyoncé's, playin' mind games

They was in between my cock and my mom's place

Between a rock and a hard place

[Chorus]

You should have been my missus

I done struck out, yeah, I know I missed it

This one dedicated to my bitches

All the real ones who will never get the mention

This song, I done struck out, yeah, I know I missed it

This one dedicated to my bitches

All the real ones who will never get the mention

This song (This song)

For you (For you)

This song (This song)

For you (For you)