Smiley – 38 (ft. Pressa) (Audio, Lyrics)

Smiley - 38 (ft. Pressa) (prod. Tay Keith)

Smiley unveils a piece of new music, “38” featuring Pressa, produced by Tay Keith. Listen, stream, buy, read the lyrics, mp3 download.

Smiley 38
Smiley 38

From his syrupy cadence to playful flows, Smiley has earned the respect of the biggest artist in the game, Drake, who has referred to the fellow Torontonian as his favourite rapper. Somehow, the general public hasn’t embraced Smiley in similar regards yet he’s continued to show and prove on each song.

On Friday, the rapper delivered the sequel to his mixtape series, Buy Or Bye, marking his official major-label debut. It also marks the breakout of another Canadian artist, similar to Pressa’s Gardner Express. Both Pressa and Smiley connect on “38,” a blistering banger produced by Tay Keith. The trickling bells and exhilarating 808s lead the track as Pressa cuts the auto-tune for a raw flow to start off. Pressa details his rise from the bottom with flashbacks of the struggles. Smiley extends that sentiment to his verse. Smiley’s reflects on the contrast between the fact that his friends are incarcerated while he’s managed to escape a similar fate.

Smiley – 38 (ft. Pressa) (prod. Tay Keith)

Lyrics

[Intro: Pressa & Lil Juice]
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
I keep a Glock, a .38, uh
I keep a Glock, a .38, uh
I keep a Glock, a .38, uh
I keep a Glock, yeah, uh

[Verse 1: Pressa]
I keep a Glock, a .38
I bought a brick, I’m in the trap but only came with 28 grams total
Bitch, I feel like Jessie James
My mind is steady trippin’, hope this weed will eat my brain
Bitch, I hope it simulate my brain
T dub in the cut, I call him mister getaway
My crodie buss an AP, but I told ’em show a plane
‘Cause it’s plane jane sky [?] twenty K, nigga
We kick your door, nigga, everybody on the floor, nigga
Boy if you trappin’ in this bitch, answer your phone, nigga
Catch me with 35, see crodie, he a known hitter
I was out there trappin’ all night, came home to cold dinners
I was out there ballin’ all night, no one to coach me
My junkie fiendin’ all night, gave him a bogie
Jumped in the stoley, crodie went got a trophy
So shoutout crodie ’cause half of these niggas got cold feet

[Verse 2: Smiley]
I was trappin’ by Troby’s, I started with an OZ
My bitch caught me cheatin’, had to blame it on the brodie
Losin’ friends, find a piece, shit gettin’ lonely
Buy or Bye loadin’, I’m still here recordin’
They gotta be jokin’, I’m on beats floatin’
I’m over here exploadin’, we over here explorin’
Took her on the P. J., had her wearin’ PJ’s
Fucked her on my B-day, MK on the three-way
She wanna come the live way, I’m tired, fucked her sideways
She gonna my side bitch, this molly got me high pitched
Shooters in the next whip, called but I missed it
Bro said I’m gifted, he fell off, yeah, he drifted
She know I’m on a mission, I can’t explain the vision
She wanna wear Christian, I miss my brother Tristian
She wanna be my vixen, I fucked her then I dissed it, yeah
She wanna suck on [?], she a groupie
And it was me that filmed that bitch, like I’m Omji
And my money only clean once in the laundry
Draco got a fat ass clip, call it Cardi
Bro-Bro in the cut and he bring it in the party
I fuck with her, she think she grown, yeah
My brother son is like my own, gang, huh
Watch your mouth, watch your tone, bitch, huh
She fuck me with, she want a loan, yeah
I get her wet, I bring her on roads
My fiends high, just like a drone, huh?
My glizzy yell, it doesn’t moan, no
I love my gang, I love my bros, yeah
I love designer, love my loafs
It’s me and Pressa, she wanna chill, huh?
Pour up my cup, I like it filled, yeah
They do it solo, don’t need to [?]

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