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SMITH.b - Undercover (feat. Dylegacy) Lyrics




I been gone for a while please pardon my absence
I've been getting kinda wild take part in the absinthe
Got me breathing fire homie please get me some matches
I'm massive, body like a mastiff, stand mad stiff
In the face of all danger
Ice on my belt buckle like a power ranger
Hop a flight to Topanga, know I'm tryna flee the scene
When I get there may surf across the ocean down to Long Beach
The sun gleams off my teeth, looking like Chip Skylark
But they sharp, rip yo flesh like a white shark
Might take my storyline through a wide arc
Hit the throttle, leavin glass bottles with some bite marks
Show up at your house with something hot like a pizza man
I got homies who'll make sure you never sneeze again
Seize the pan with a white knuckle grip
Smack your local congressman upside they head then split

I'm in an unknown location, my crib looks like the bat cave
Stalactites resembling my neck on a bad day
Weaponized vehicles emerge from sliding floorboards
Got Multiple monitors like minority report
Details on one screen inform me of my mission
The other 17 are playing Being John Malkovich
Check my phone, sweating on my way to the airport
Got affiliates with codenames for what's in my jansport
Transporting too many things for me to list off
Blinding TSA like "Sorry that's just my wrist watch"
Praying they don't open my suitcase
Can't lose face, yeah my henchmen never lost faith
I pass through security, right past the K-9's
I'm still high, that brownie still hitting from last night
But I'm moving like Kobe in the paint
With a pound under my taint, now that's carrying weight

I'm undercover
More specifically, I'm under covers with your mother
Don't wear a rubber but I wear her like some tupper
Only use my hand like my first name's Glover
And when I'm done, she's gon' be cooking up my supper
I got her screamin "YEAH" like her first name Usher
"Yeah, that's right!" Like I'm eatin on some mustard
I be on an Island where I make your bitch shudder
She pulled a knife on me cause that bitch was undercover!
I knock her lights out so I don't have to smother
I pull out my gun and I shoot at another
She snuck in an air duct, sneaky motherf*cker
Don't kill the bitch - I just let the bitch suffer

Unh
Just like 007
Under covers with your bitch
Unh
Just like 007
No rubber with yo bitch
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I been gone for a while please pardon my absence
I've been getting kinda wild take part in the absinthe
Got me breathing fire homie please get me some matches
I'm massive, body like a mastiff, stand mad stiff
In the face of all danger
Ice on my belt buckle like a power ranger
Hop a flight to Topanga, know I'm tryna flee the scene
When I get there may surf across the ocean down to Long Beach
The sun gleams off my teeth, looking like Chip Skylark
But they sharp, rip yo flesh like a white shark
Might take my storyline through a wide arc
Hit the throttle, leavin glass bottles with some bite marks
Show up at your house with something hot like a pizza man
I got homies who'll make sure you never sneeze again
Seize the pan with a white knuckle grip
Smack your local congressman upside they head then split

I'm in an unknown location, my crib looks like the bat cave
Stalactites resembling my neck on a bad day
Weaponized vehicles emerge from sliding floorboards
Got Multiple monitors like minority report
Details on one screen inform me of my mission
The other 17 are playing Being John Malkovich
Check my phone, sweating on my way to the airport
Got affiliates with codenames for what's in my jansport
Transporting too many things for me to list off
Blinding TSA like "Sorry that's just my wrist watch"
Praying they don't open my suitcase
Can't lose face, yeah my henchmen never lost faith
I pass through security, right past the K-9's
I'm still high, that brownie still hitting from last night
But I'm moving like Kobe in the paint
With a pound under my taint, now that's carrying weight

I'm undercover
More specifically, I'm under covers with your mother
Don't wear a rubber but I wear her like some tupper
Only use my hand like my first name's Glover
And when I'm done, she's gon' be cooking up my supper
I got her screamin "YEAH" like her first name Usher
"Yeah, that's right!" Like I'm eatin on some mustard
I be on an Island where I make your bitch shudder
She pulled a knife on me cause that bitch was undercover!
I knock her lights out so I don't have to smother
I pull out my gun and I shoot at another
She snuck in an air duct, sneaky motherf*cker
Don't kill the bitch - I just let the bitch suffer

Unh
Just like 007
Under covers with your bitch
Unh
Just like 007
No rubber with yo bitch
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Writer: Damien Smith, Eran Uygun, ROBERT SEDKY, SHANE MONOPOLI
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, O/B/O DistroKid

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