Smiles Laughter by Greysin Lyrics
[Infanint Sin-Freestyle: Greysin]
I'm mobbin’ with Magilla
Snatchin’ all your scrilla
30 grams tuck, bitch
I'm your fuckin’ dealer
Get it for the cheaper
Married to this reefer
That bitch ain’t rollin’ blunts
You can have her, I don’t need her
Already got that throat, bro
She fuck me just to smoke
She a trickin’ ass bitch
And she still don’t get shit
Man, I'm in it for myself
Give a fuck about that bitch
It's that EVILPRETTYBOYZ
Man, I'll die for that shit
Thirty six, holy shit
Low ass pants, bad ass bitch
She a 12 out of 10
But she know I look better
Young Heath Ledger
You fuckin’ with me, never
Colder than December
Get your neck severed
Greysin, Satan no one can replace him
One of a kind, all original--criminal
Sinister, attack your pastor
Slashes and gashes, smiles and laughter
Shit, I'm not your average rapper
Born from the disaster
Satan is my father
My mother is an angel
You touch her it’s a slaughter
There won’t be shit to save you
Bloodbath, die fast
I stand and stare as your life pass
Your soul raises
I'm so excited, these people frightened
I'm like try it, you might like it, start a riot
I'm high and not tryna hide it
Low eyelids, slurring up my talk
Texas tea tippin’
So I'm trippin when I walk
Muthafuck the law and 5-0
Live like Sopranos, Tony Montana
King of this world
And your girl thinks I'm handsome
Young Sam Fisher, Tom Clancy
Shoutouts to Nancy
Always where the cash be
Always where the bags be
All I see I green
Why the fuck you even ask me?
Got the dirt like nasty
Blunts got me feeling classy
Black tire fair in the air, never flashy
Lowkey, you don’t know me
Die slowly, Greysin, real holy
You can’t hold me
Stop trying, stop lying, start dying
Stop lying, start dying [5x]
I'm mobbin’ with Magilla
Snatchin’ all your scrilla
30 grams tuck, bitch
I'm your fuckin’ dealer
Get it for the cheaper
Married to this reefer
That bitch ain’t rollin’ blunts
You can have her, I don’t need her
Already got that throat, bro
She fuck me just to smoke
She a trickin’ ass bitch
And she still don’t get shit
Man, I'm in it for myself
Give a fuck about that bitch
It's that EVILPRETTYBOYZ
Man, I'll die for that shit
Thirty six, holy shit
Low ass pants, bad ass bitch
She a 12 out of 10
But she know I look better
Young Heath Ledger
You fuckin’ with me, never
Colder than December
Get your neck severed
Greysin, Satan no one can replace him
One of a kind, all original--criminal
Sinister, attack your pastor
Slashes and gashes, smiles and laughter
Shit, I'm not your average rapper
Born from the disaster
Satan is my father
My mother is an angel
You touch her it’s a slaughter
There won’t be shit to save you
Bloodbath, die fast
I stand and stare as your life pass
Your soul raises
I'm so excited, these people frightened
I'm like try it, you might like it, start a riot
I'm high and not tryna hide it
Low eyelids, slurring up my talk
Texas tea tippin’
So I'm trippin when I walk
Muthafuck the law and 5-0
Live like Sopranos, Tony Montana
King of this world
And your girl thinks I'm handsome
Young Sam Fisher, Tom Clancy
Shoutouts to Nancy
Always where the cash be
Always where the bags be
All I see I green
Why the fuck you even ask me?
Got the dirt like nasty
Blunts got me feeling classy
Black tire fair in the air, never flashy
Lowkey, you don’t know me
Die slowly, Greysin, real holy
You can’t hold me
Stop trying, stop lying, start dying
Stop lying, start dying [5x]