Smile/Petty (feat. Sonyae Elise)

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What is it about my smile that makes you lie to my face?
 If I close my eyes to your bullshit, I could still smell it on you
 I could smell it from a mile away
 You can't be the truth and be loved
 Oh no, hey
 Make up your mind, baby
 What is it about my smile that makes you lie to my face?
 Let me ask this, just what does it take to be the apple of your iris?
 How much of this bullshit until we reach the pasture?
 Ain't no need to gas me, it was lit from the lashes
 Back when chit-chatting casually 'bout
 How you think monogamy is something of the past
 But, baby girl, your actions speak something totally opposite
 And you have to pardon me, 'cause I am a dog, you see
 And if you lead me to park, I break up off the leash
 What is it about my smile
 That would make you ponder kicking dirt in my water?
 Spilling bleach in the laundry bag and stressing my momma
 Pushing dents in my armor, scratching dentin' my Pontiac
 Bitch, are you off your shit?
 I bag another one just to piss you off and shit
 Don't make me put the shit I bought you up for auction, bitch
 Hold on, hold the fuck up
 Pause this shit
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 My lady drives me high up the wall
 She keeps me up and locked in the bathing room
 Why am I screaming at the top of my lungs?
 When she can't hear a word that I say to her?
 You petty, petty bitch, (Huh, petty)
 Calculate (All of it)
 Tracking (All of it)
 All of this (Bullshit)
 Worthless shit, you packaged up
 Don't stop my shit, (All of it, all of it, all)
 Bitch, now you know that was totally out of pocket
 Would've let me fall off
 (Would you catch me when I fall?)
 I won't sweat the small stuff
 (No more chasing business, no)
 I can't keep from falling off
 Keep me from these useless bitches, these ruthless leeches
 I might catch you all alone
 (I don't need it, I don't need it!)
 Now bro, he lends me no help at all
 He's out there chasing money that's far too small
 Lately, he's talking 'bout investing withdraw
 But the loan for which you owe me is far from paid off
 Oh, Lord
 You petty, petty bitch, (Huh, petty)
 Calculate (All of it)
 Tracking (All of it)
 All of this (Bullshit)
 Worthless shit, you packaged up
 Don't stop my shit, (All of it, all of it, all)
 Bitch, now you know that was totally out of pocket
 

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Duration
04:42
Key
2
Tempo
92 BPM

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