Yeah, ugh
Started I was zero
Just a fist full of tears
Just a pad and a pencil
As I scribbled down my fears
Screaming out I'm ready to die
That's a lie. I ain't going nowhere
'Til all my niggas get a Benz
I'm sitting in the crib with a miraculous view
I FaceTime my little man, you know daddy miss you
But I gotta rock this tour and get this mortgage
Smile for us mama, damn you show supportive
So make sure I'm cleared, no distortion
I know we used to argue but you'll always be important
Don't cry for me
Looking out the window, flying over Miami
Art Basel prolly poppin' but I'm turning in my album
Get amnesia when they ask "who you got your style from?"
You niggas make me laugh 'til I cry
Scared to use your voice, so all you have is your sight
A bloggers gon' blog, a ballers gon' ball
Charge it to the game and get in the lane and take the charge
72-10, I guess you can't win 'em all
Told my niggas hold on like you waiting on a call
And if you fall, it's my fault. She know I got you
You know I got you
You know I got you
Ugh you know I got you
I do it like I got to
Ugh you know I got you
Yeah you know I got you
You know I got you
I do it like I got to
Ugh, pressure make diamonds, I feel pressure all the time
So, I'm always at the jeweler getting fresher all the time
Tom Ford white suede, happy to see me shine
Got me crying on your shoulder, Rawwest nigga alive
Super stand up guy, tallest nigga alive
GQ Party, Chateau Marmont
Saint Laurent suit I had to show my ma
Pull up in the Phantom, cameras know my car
Now you looking like me, bitch stole my look
Never played by the book
You see the shows I book
Money over bitches, see the hoes I shook?
It was long cold nights on the road I took
All the shit I kicked, I should soak my foot
Don't cry for me, hear my flow, you know I'm good
Ugh yeah you know I'm good
'Cause a bloggers gon' blog, a ballers gon' ball
Check the names in the hall, see my name on the wall
You see everything I do
Match everything I talk
I swear the summer's mine
And I never let you fall
And if you fall, it's my fault
You know I got you
You know I got you
You know I got you
Ugh you know I got you
I do it like I got to
Ugh you know I got you
Yeah you know I got you
You know I got you
You know I got you
You know I got you
Ugh you know I got you
I do it like I got to
Ugh you know I got you
Yeah you know I got you
You know I got you
Tyga - I Smile, I Cry Lyrics
Tyga - I Smile, I Cry Lyrics
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Yeah, ugh
Started I was zero
Just a fist full of tears
Just a pad and a pencil
As I scribbled down my fears
Screaming out I'm ready to die
That's a lie. I ain't going nowhere
'Til all my niggas get a Benz
I'm sitting in the crib with a miraculous view
I FaceTime my little man, you know daddy miss you
But I gotta rock this tour and get this mortgage
Smile for us mama, damn you show supportive
So make sure I'm cleared, no distortion
I know we used to argue but you'll always be important
Don't cry for me
Looking out the window, flying over Miami
Art Basel prolly poppin' but I'm turning in my album
Get amnesia when they ask "who you got your style from?"
You niggas make me laugh 'til I cry
Scared to use your voice, so all you have is your sight
A bloggers gon' blog, a ballers gon' ball
Charge it to the game and get in the lane and take the charge
72-10, I guess you can't win 'em all
Told my niggas hold on like you waiting on a call
And if you fall, it's my fault. She know I got you
You know I got you
You know I got you
Ugh you know I got you
I do it like I got to
Ugh you know I got you
Yeah you know I got you
You know I got you
I do it like I got to
Ugh, pressure make diamonds, I feel pressure all the time
So, I'm always at the jeweler getting fresher all the time
Tom Ford white suede, happy to see me shine
Got me crying on your shoulder, Rawwest nigga alive
Super stand up guy, tallest nigga alive
GQ Party, Chateau Marmont
Saint Laurent suit I had to show my ma
Pull up in the Phantom, cameras know my car
Now you looking like me, bitch stole my look
Never played by the book
You see the shows I book
Money over bitches, see the hoes I shook?
It was long cold nights on the road I took
All the shit I kicked, I should soak my foot
Don't cry for me, hear my flow, you know I'm good
Ugh yeah you know I'm good
'Cause a bloggers gon' blog, a ballers gon' ball
Check the names in the hall, see my name on the wall
You see everything I do
Match everything I talk
I swear the summer's mine
And I never let you fall
And if you fall, it's my fault
You know I got you
You know I got you
You know I got you
Ugh you know I got you
I do it like I got to
Ugh you know I got you
Yeah you know I got you
You know I got you
You know I got you
You know I got you
Ugh you know I got you
I do it like I got to
Ugh you know I got you
Yeah you know I got you
You know I got you
Started I was zero
Just a fist full of tears
Just a pad and a pencil
As I scribbled down my fears
Screaming out I'm ready to die
That's a lie. I ain't going nowhere
'Til all my niggas get a Benz
I'm sitting in the crib with a miraculous view
I FaceTime my little man, you know daddy miss you
But I gotta rock this tour and get this mortgage
Smile for us mama, damn you show supportive
So make sure I'm cleared, no distortion
I know we used to argue but you'll always be important
Don't cry for me
Looking out the window, flying over Miami
Art Basel prolly poppin' but I'm turning in my album
Get amnesia when they ask "who you got your style from?"
You niggas make me laugh 'til I cry
Scared to use your voice, so all you have is your sight
A bloggers gon' blog, a ballers gon' ball
Charge it to the game and get in the lane and take the charge
72-10, I guess you can't win 'em all
Told my niggas hold on like you waiting on a call
And if you fall, it's my fault. She know I got you
You know I got you
You know I got you
Ugh you know I got you
I do it like I got to
Ugh you know I got you
Yeah you know I got you
You know I got you
I do it like I got to
Ugh, pressure make diamonds, I feel pressure all the time
So, I'm always at the jeweler getting fresher all the time
Tom Ford white suede, happy to see me shine
Got me crying on your shoulder, Rawwest nigga alive
Super stand up guy, tallest nigga alive
GQ Party, Chateau Marmont
Saint Laurent suit I had to show my ma
Pull up in the Phantom, cameras know my car
Now you looking like me, bitch stole my look
Never played by the book
You see the shows I book
Money over bitches, see the hoes I shook?
It was long cold nights on the road I took
All the shit I kicked, I should soak my foot
Don't cry for me, hear my flow, you know I'm good
Ugh yeah you know I'm good
'Cause a bloggers gon' blog, a ballers gon' ball
Check the names in the hall, see my name on the wall
You see everything I do
Match everything I talk
I swear the summer's mine
And I never let you fall
And if you fall, it's my fault
You know I got you
You know I got you
You know I got you
Ugh you know I got you
I do it like I got to
Ugh you know I got you
Yeah you know I got you
You know I got you
You know I got you
You know I got you
Ugh you know I got you
I do it like I got to
Ugh you know I got you
Yeah you know I got you
You know I got you
Writer: Micheal Stevenson
Copyright: Lyrics © AYO MUSIC GROUP, LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © AYO MUSIC GROUP, LLC