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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

[Intro]
Paint one black and bump it, then take the black up, whoa
Whoa, whoa, got me fucked up
Every day another style, lay baby flat like some Chucks (Ha)
Damn, ha-ha
[Chorus]
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, not for long (See)
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
[Verse 1]
Ain't my mama fault the way I talk, I talk, ooh (I talk, I talk)
I don't pop beans, brown in the coffee cup (Not for me)
I got my margin up and then I ran the Marges up (I did)
I'm gettin' green on top of cheese, bitch, my parsley up (Bitch, 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, you're fuckin' rude ('Noe, 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
[Chorus]
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, not for long
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
[Bridge]
What if I told you? (Ooh, 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)
**** 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)
[Outro]
She say Black love ain't dead (Black love ain't dead)
Good love ain't so bad at all (Good love 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, ****)
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
Written by: Christopher Smith Jr.
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