Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Smino
Smino
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christopher Smith Jr.
Christopher Smith Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
monte booker
monte booker
Producer
Phoelix (outro)
Phoelix (outro)
Producer
Elton Chueng
Elton Chueng
Assistant Recording Engineer
MixedbyAli
MixedbyAli
Mixing Engineer
Nicolas De Porcel
Nicolas De Porcel
Mastering Engineer
Dep
Dep
Mastering Engineer
Jeff “Jeff On The Boards” Thompson
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Paint one black and bump it, then take the black up Woah, woah, woah, got me fucked up Every day another style, lay baby flat like some Chucks (Haha) Damn, haha Smoke make me float like a butterfly, skrrt like a Bimmer She wanna be mine, I told her, "Gotta be mindful" Pussy warm as a poncho, beat the thing like a conga Maybe in Nirvana, we can maybe be somethin' Just (see), not for long I mean, I might got some love in the back, but (baby) I only can rent it out (see what I'm sayin'?) Or a lease, at least it's me Ain't my mama fault the way I talk, I talk, ooh (I talk, I talk, mama) I don't pop beans, brown in thе coffee cup (not for me, mama) I got my margin up and then I ran the Margеs up (I did) I'm gettin' green on top of cheese, bitch My parsley up (Bitch, my, I did) Lit the party up Told lil' baby to get some bottles She look like she tryin' to skedaddle Swim in lil' baby, no paddle (wow) You pass my blunt back, canoe ('noe) You're fuckin' rude (you're rude) Before I lose my cool, baby, lose your shoes (lose shoes) And kick back, the pack petroleum, that ass protrude (glue, glue) I'm glued, Gorilla Number Four Bape on my back, might topple over Harajuku tag breaker, landscaper, bag raker Me and my mans on a drag race until the holy land Like a butterfly, skrrt like a Bimmer (like a Bimmer) She wanna be mine, I told her, "Gotta be mindful" Pussy warm as a poncho, beat the thing like a conga Maybe in Nirvana, we can maybe be somethin' Just (yeah, yeah), not for now I mean, I might got some love in the back, but I only can rent it out (see what I'm sayin'?) Or a lease, at least it's me What if I told you? (Baby) Was it the only? (please, please, please) You was the go-to (see) You really want me (and need me, you know) Your pussy soul food (sweet potato) Nigga was hungry (feed, feed me) You was the go-to (Uh) You really— (Ah) What if I told you? (Ooh, baby) Was it the only? (please, please, please) You was the go-to (see) You wouldn't want me (then leave me, you know) Your pussy soul food (sweet potato) She say black love (black love), ain't dead (ain't dead) Good love (good love), ain't so bad at all (ain't so bad) Your expectations was X'd out 'cause you extra I'd rather be ambidextra' I got a Rolodex of lab rats that call me Dexter Exterior not to be mistaken Nothin' short, it's God body (Talk, nigga) I'm probably with somebody Everybody need somebody, come on, say it with me (Everybody need somebody) Aww, come on, say it with me (Everybody need somebody) (Baby) (Baby)
Writer(s): Ahmanti Booker, Christopher Smith, Michael Neil Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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