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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Smino
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christopher Smith Jr.
Songwriter
Ahmanti Booker
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Smino
Engineer
monte booker
Producer
Elton "L10MixedIt" Chueng
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
One, two, one-two-three
[Verse 2]
I pour the Henn all the time
She say, she rather do wine
I say, it's grapes either way
Plus, I heard 'bout you through the grapevine, yeah
[Verse 3]
I'm hardly ever alone
More lonely than ever before
I need a reason to cool
Plus, I got this Riesling on cool ice, yeah
[Verse 4]
Ooh, you the only one who got that spick and span
That clean me up, I pick you up, I-I pick you up
You gimme that spitshine
[Verse 5]
Okay, I sprayed the cologne (Spray)
Blew down some trees on the way (Sike)
I heard you got that typhoon (Mmm, baby)
Guess we quite alike, keep you up all night
[Verse 6]
She took the ring off her hand
I took the ring off my phone
Jump in the ring round two
Knocked my lights out fast, 'fore them headlights flashed
[Verse 7]
Uh-oh, I gotta dash, I-I-I gotta grab a lot of cash
Before I, my bad, you know old Blue gon' fume
I heard the g-g-g-g-g-gash
Woo, my bad, don't gag, although it's cute
You choosing me over breathing
See you a week from this evening
[Verse 8]
We usually keep it so briefly
Reach for my briefs, CPR
That mouth to mouth resuscitation
Make it clap, crowd participation
You know the play already like Madea in it
Each and every time that we up in it
No fatigue, no weakness, only strength
One, two, one-two-three, yeah
[Verse 9]
Ooh, you the only one who got that spick and span
That clean me up, I pick you up, I-I pick you up
You gimme that spitshine
[Verse 10]
Ooh, later on I disappear, I vamoose, scram, I scramble
Out the jam, I'll hit you, I'll hit you-hit you
When I, when I need that spitshine
[Verse 11]
And it could be a hundred days
'Fore you see me, I need that memory
Alopecia, toss me the scalp, bae
Pledge allegiance, hands on your chest
Right on your desk, that homework, that grown work
[Verse 12]
But lay on my knee, I bought you a gift, bae
South pole, I'm Santa Chris ???
Ice cold, hope I don't forget your name
Blame the smoke, blaze like a chimney
[Verse 13]
(Ya-ya, ya)
Written by: Ahmanti Booker, Christopher Smith, Christopher Smith Jr.