Smith Rowe drops another mind blowing Street Motivational Jam titled ‘Lamba Shiku’ featuring the Sensational Rapper Shinex. A while ago he dropped his a huge smash ‘Are You High’.
Smith Rowe renewed his strong delivery and hard-hitting punch lines. This song will have everyone and their family on their feet.
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All for the gram
Bitches love the gram
Oh wait shit
Brr brr
Brr brr brr
Skrr skrr
Ninety four don’t need no brakes, yeah
Roxanne
Roxanne
All she wanna do is party all night
Goddamn, Roxanne
Never gonna love me but it’s alright
She think I’m a asshole
She think I’m a player
She keep running back though
Only cause I pay up
Roxanne
Roxanne
All she wanna do is party all night
Met her at a party in the hills, yeah
She just wanna do it for the thrill, yeah
Shorty drive a poodle with no top
But if I throw this money she gon’ drop
She don’t wait in lines if it’s too long
She don’t drive the whip unless the roof off
Only wanna call when the cash out
Only take the pic when her ass out
She from
Malibu, Malibu
If you ain’t got a foreign, then she laugh at you
Malibu, Malibu
Spending daddy’s money with an attitude
Roxanne
Roxanne
All she wanna do is party all night
Goddamn, Roxanne
Never gonna love me but it’s alright
She think I’m a asshole
She think I’m a player
She keep running back though
Only cause I pay up
Roxanne
Roxanne
All she wanna do is party all night
I just wanna have fun
In LA, yeah
Got no brakes, yeah
Living fast, Ricky Bobby
Shake and bake, yeah
See the chain? yeah
Issa lake, yeah
Swipe the chase, ooh
Now she wanna date, yeah
Straight to NOBU
On the coast ooh
Shorty only like cocaine and whole foods
Yeah
Snappin’ all up on the gram
Ass going crazy
Now she wanna fuck me in the foreign
Going 80
Up in
Malibu, Malibu
If you ain’t got a foreign
Then she laugh at you
Malibu, Malibu
Spending daddy’s money with an attitude
Roxanne
Roxanne
All she wanna do is party all night
Goddamn, Roxanne
Never gonna love me but it’s alright
She think I’m a asshole
She think I’m a player
She keep running back though
Only cause I pay up
Roxanne
Roxanne
All she wanna do is party all night
[Swae Lee:]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (ooh)
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ohh (ooh)
Ayy, ayy
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ohh
Needless to say, I keep in check
She was a bad-bad, nevertheless (yeah)
Callin’ it quits now, baby, I’m a wreck (wreck)
Crash at my place, baby, you’re a wreck (wreck)
Needless to say, I’m keepin’ in check
She was a bad-bad, nevertheless
Callin’ it quits now, baby, I’m a wreck
Crash at my place, baby, you’re a wreck
Thinkin’ in a bad way, losin’ your grip
Screamin’ at my face, baby, don’t trip
Someone took a big L, don’t know how that felt
Lookin’ at you sideways, party on tilt
Ooh-ooh
Some things you just can’t refuse
She wanna ride me like a cruise
And I’m not tryna lose
Then you’re left in the dust
Unless I stuck by ya
You’re a sunflower
I think your love would be too much
Or you’ll be left in the dust
Unless I stuck by ya
You’re the sunflower
You’re the sunflower
[Post Malone:]
Every time I’m leavin’ on you
You don’t make it easy, no, no
Wish I could be there for you
Give me a reason to go
Every time I’m walkin’ out
I can hear you tellin’ me to turn around
Fightin’ for my trust and you won’t back down
Even if we gotta risk it all right now, oh
I know you’re scared of the unknown (-known)
You don’t wanna be alone (alone)
I know I always come and go (and go)
But it’s out of my control
And you’ll be left in the dust
Unless I stuck by ya
You’re the sunflower
I think your love would be too much
Or you’ll be left in the dust
Unless I stuck by ya
You’re the sunflower
You’re the sunflower
Yeah
L-l-l-l-lonely, l-l-l-l-lonely
L-l-l-l-lonely now
You were the one who said it’s over
Now you wanna come back
So take your hand off my shoulder
This time it’s not like that, ’cause I know where your heart’s at
I know you like to be alone, but hate being lonely
When you see me doing well, that’s when you call me
Now I’m doing fine, don’t need you in my life
I guess you’re missing me now
Just because you’re lonely, doesn’t mean we go back to the start
Just because you’re lonely, don’t mean that you can play with my heart
Who do you think you are?
Just because you’re lonely, doesn’t mean we go back to the start
Just because you’re lonely, don’t mean that you can play with my heart
Who do you think you are?
You say you’ve changed and you’re different
But I don’t wanna hear that
Your friends are saying that you miss me
But I don’t really know that, ’cause I know where your heart’s at
I know you like to be alone, but hate being lonely
When you see me doing well, that’s when you call me
Now I’m doing fine, don’t need you in my life
I guess you’re missing me now
Just because you’re lonely, doesn’t mean we go back to the start
Just because you’re lonely, don’t mean that you can play with my heart
Who do you think you are?
L-l-l-l-lonely, l-l-l-l-lonely
L-l-l-l-lonely now
L-l-l-l-lonely, l-l-l-l-lonely
L-l-l-l-lonely now
You don’t have to lie, lie, lie, lie, lie
You can speak your mind, mind, mind, mind, mind
You don’t have to lie, lie, lie, lie, lie
You could’ve been mine, mine, mine, mine, mine
Just because you’re lonely, doesn’t mean we go back to the start
Just because you’re lonely, don’t mean that you can play with my heart
Who do you think you are?
L-l-l-l-lonely, l-l-l-l-lonely
L-l-l-l-lonely now
L-l-l-l-lonely, l-l-l-l-lonely
L-l-l-l-lonely now
Just because you’re lonely
Gone (What you, what you gon’ do?)
Tonight
If you take a photo get my good side
Toasting to the future, tell them “more life”, na na
If you want some drama catch me outside, na na
Let’s not take it there, no
In the rave so serious
See me dance so serious
Why you look so serious?
Hands up if you’re feeling us, ah
One shot, two shot, three shot, four shot
I think that you need some more shots
Wait, hol’ up
Take it to the motherfucking dance floor
Tequila la la la (Doo doo, doo doo doo)
Tequila la la la (Doo doo, doo doo doo)
Tequila la la la (Doo doo, doo doo doo)
Tequila la da dum, tequila la da dum
Tequila la la la
Tequila la la la
Tequila la la la-ah la
Tequila la da dum, tequila la da dum
Tequila la la la
That’s my lifestyle
That’s my, that’s my lifestyle
That’s my lifestyle
That’s my, that’s my lifestyle
Sippin’
Why these people all up in my section?
Tryna catch me out, try catch me slippin’, na na
Not to talking to you, boy I’m lip syncing, na na
To my favourite song, na
In the rave so serious
See me dance so serious
Why you look so serious?
Hands up if you’re feeling us
One shot, two shot, three shot, four shot
I think that you need some more shots
Wait, hol’ up
Take it to the motherfucking dance floor
Tequila la la la (Doo doo, doo doo doo)
Tequila la la la (Doo doo, doo doo doo)
Tequila la la la (Doo doo, doo doo doo)
Tequila la da dum, tequila la da dum
Tequila la la la
Tequila la la la (Doo doo, doo doo doo)
Tequila la la la-ah la
Tequila la da dum, tequila la da dum
Tequila la la la
Oh no
Why you tryna grab your coat and go home (Go home)
Let me introduce to my friend, though
He goes by the name of Don Julio, Julio, Julio, yeah
Hands up if you’re feeling us
Hands up if you’re feeling us
Hands up if you’re feeling us
Take it to the motherfucking dance floor
Tequila la la la (Doo doo, doo doo doo)
Tequila la la la (Doo doo, doo doo doo)
Tequila la la la (Doo doo, doo doo doo)
Tequila la da dum, tequila la da dum
Tequila la la la (That’s my lifestyle, that’s my, that’s my lifestyle)
Tequila la la la (That’s my lifestyle, that’s my, that’s my lifestyle)
Tequila la la la-ah la (That’s my lifestyle, that’s my, that’s my lifestyle)
Tequila la da dum, tequila la da dum
Tequila la la la
Yeah
I’ve been tryna call
I’ve been on my own for long enough
Maybe you can show me how to love, maybe
I’m going through withdrawals
You don’t even have to do too much
You can turn me on with just a touch, baby
I look around and
Sin City’s cold and empty (Oh)
No one’s around to judge me (Oh)
I can’t see clearly when you’re gone
I said, ooh, I’m blinded by the lights
No, I can’t sleep until I feel your touch
I said, ooh, I’m drowning in the night
Oh, when I’m like this, you’re the one I trust
Hey, hey, hey
I’m running out of time
‘Cause I can see the sun light up the sky
So I hit the road in overdrive, baby, oh
The city’s cold and empty (Oh)
No one’s around to judge me (Oh)
I can’t see clearly when you’re gone
I said, ooh, I’m blinded by the lights
No, I can’t sleep until I feel your touch
I said, ooh, I’m drowning in the night
Oh, when I’m like this, you’re the one I trust
I’m just walking by to let you know (By to let you know)
I can never say it on the phone (Say it on the phone)
Will never let you go this time (Ooh)
I said, ooh, I’m blinded by the lights
No, I can’t sleep until I feel your touch
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
I said, ooh, I’m blinded by the lights
No, I can’t sleep until I feel your touch
Black leather gloves, no sequins
Buckles on the jacket, it’s Alyx shit
Nike crossbody, got a piece in it
Got a dance, but it’s really on some street shit
I’ma show you how to get it
It go, right foot up, left foot slide
Left foot up, right foot slide
Basically, I’m saying either way, we ’bout to slide, ayy
Can’t let this one slide, ayy
Don’t you wanna dance with me? No?
I could dance like Michael Jackson
I could give you thug passion
It’s a Thriller in the trap where we from
Baby, don’t you want to dance with me? No?
I could dance like Michael Jackson
I could give you satisfaction
And you know we out here everyday with it
I’ma show you how to get it
It go, right foot up, left foot slide
Left foot up, right foot slide
Basically, I’m saying either way, we ’bout to slide, ayy
Can’t let this one slide, ayy (who’s bad?)
Two thousand shorties wanna tie the knot, ayy, yeah
Two hundred shooters on my brother’s block, whoa, yeah
Petal off a rose like, I love her her not, maybe not
I don’t know what’s wrong with me, I can’t stop, whoa, yeah
Won’t stop, whoa, yeah, never stop
Got so many opps, I be mistakin’ opps for other opps
Got so many people that I love out of troubled spots
Other than the family I got, it’s either you or me
That’s just how I think, it’s either you or me
This life got too deep for you, baby
Two or three of us about to creep where they stayin’
Black leather gloves, no sequins
Buckles on the jacket, it’s Alyx shit
Nike crossbody, got a piece in it
Got a dance, but it’s really on some street shit
I’ma show you how to get it
It go, right foot up, left foot slide
Left foot up, right foot slide
Basically, I’m sayin’ either way, we ’bout to slide, ayy
Can’t let this one slide, ayy (who’s bad?)
Toosie slide, then I hit it double time
Then I hit a spin ’cause we spun their block a couple times
If it’s not the right time, there’ll always be another time
I’m not even trippin’, we’ll just see ’em in the summertime, whoa, yeah
Can’t describe the pressure I be puttin’ on myself, yeah
Really I just can’t afford to lose nobody else, yeah
If they movin’ shaky, we’ll just do this shit ourselves, whoa
If I’m movin’ shaky, Chubbs’ll do this shit himself, yeah
Solo niggas, on they YOLO for real
Heard a lot about you, but we don’t know for real
Next time, guarantee the truth’ll get revealed
Black leather gloves, no sequins, yeah
Buckles on the jacket, it’s Alyx shit
Nike crossbody, got a piece in it
Got a dance, but it’s really on some street shit
I’ma show you how
It go, right foot up, left foot slide
Left foot up, right foot slide
Basically, I’m saying either way, we ’bout to slide, ayy
Can’t let this one slide, ayy
Don’t you wanna dance with me? No?
I could dance like Michael Jackson (Jackson)
I could give you thug passion (passion)
It’s a Thriller in the trap where we from (where we from)
Baby, don’t you want to dance with me? No?
I could dance like Michael Jackson (Jackson)
I could give you satisfaction (‘faction)
And you know we out here everyday with it
I’ma show you how to get it
It go, right foot up, left foot slide
Left foot up, right foot slide
Basically, I’m sayin’ either way, we ’bout to slide
(Who’s bad?)
Tooslie Slide Drake
You only want me in the night time
I’ll show you how to like me in the day
Undercover secret I am your crime
But I got so much more to say
Ohh I really want you
Ohh I really need you
Ohh I really need to
Make you see me
Gun in your mouth
Don’t make a sound
I’ll sort you out
Running away with you
Gonna hit the road
Music on
Bass explodes
Running away with you
Drivin’ away in the low light
Thinking what I’ll do to make you stay
Be my Clyde and I’ll be your Bonnie
Our crimes will rise to fame
Ohh I really want you
Ohh I really need you
Ohh I really need to
Make you see me
Gun in your mouth
Don’t make a sound
I’ll sort you out
Running away with you
Gonna hit the road
Music on
Bass explodes
Running away with you
Look at me
What do you see
My heart’s already loaded
I know you can’t ignore it
Look at me
What do see
I can hear the motor racing
My mind no longer pacing
Bonnie x Clyde Ninski & Maella
Woo, woo
I pull up like
How you pull up, Baby? How you pull up? (Oh, oh, oh)
How you pull up? I pull up (Woo, Seth in the kitchen)
Let’s go
Brand new Lamborghini, fuck a cop car
With the pistol on my hip like I’m a cop (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Have you ever met a real nigga rockstar?
This ain’t no guitar, bitch, this a Glock (Woo)
My Glock told me to promise you gon’ squeeze me (Woo)
You better let me go the day you need me (Woo)
Soon as you up me on that nigga, get to bustin’ (Woo)
And if I ain’t enough, go get the chop
It’s safe to say I earned it, ain’t a nigga gave me nothin’ (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I’m ready to hop out on a nigga, get to bustin’
Know you heard me say, “You play, you lay,” don’t make me push the button
Full of pain, dropped enough tears to fill up a fuckin’ bucket
Goin’ for buckets, I bought a chopper
I got a big drum, it hold a hundred, ain’t goin’ for nothin’
I’m ready to air it out on all these niggas, I can see ’em runnin’
Just talked to my mama, she hit me on FaceTime just to check up on me and my brother
I’m really the baby, she know that her youngest son was always guaranteed to get the money (Okay, let’s go)
She know that her baby boy was always guaranteed to get the loot
She know what I do, she know ‘fore I run from a nigga, I’ma pull it out and shoot (Boom)
PTSD, I’m always waking up in cold sweats like I got the flu
My daughter a G, she saw me kill a nigga in front of her before the age of two
And I’ll kill another nigga too
‘Fore I let another nigga do somethin’ to you
Long as you know that, don’t let nobody tell you different
Daddy love you (Yeah, yeah)
Let’s go
Brand new Lamborghini, fuck a cop car
With the pistol on my hip like I’m a cop (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Have you ever met a real nigga rockstar?
This ain’t no guitar, bitch, this a Glock (Woo)
My Glock told me to promise you gon’ squeeze me (Woo)
You better let me go the day you need me (Woo)
Soon as you up me on that nigga, get to bustin’ (Woo, yeah)
And if I ain’t enough, go get the chop (Yeah, yeah)
Keep a Glocky when I ride in the Suburban
‘Cause the codeine had a young nigga swervin’
I got the mop, watch me wash ’em like detergent
And I’m ballin’, that’s why it’s diamonds on my jersey
Slide on opps’ side and flip the block back, yeah, yeah
My junior popped him and left him lopsided, yeah, yeah
We spin his block, got the rebound, Dennis Rodman
Fool me one time, you can’t cross me again
Twelve hundred horsepower, I get lost in the wind
If he talkin’ on the yard, the pen’ dogs’ll take his chin
Maybach SUV for my refugees
Buy blocks in the hood, put money in the streets
I was solo when the opps caught me at the gas station
Had it on me, thirty thousand, thought it was my last day
But they ain’t even want no smoke
If I had to choose it, murder what she wrote
Let’s go
Brand new Lamborghini, fuck a cop car
With the pistol on my hip like I’m a cop (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Have you ever met a real nigga rockstar?
This ain’t no guitar, bitch, this a Glock (Woo)
My Glock told me to promise you gon’ squeeze me (Woo)
You better let me go the day you need me (Woo)
Soon as you up me on that nigga, get to bustin’ (Woo)
And if I ain’t enough, go get the chop