Matinee
Smino
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Ooh, I been drinkin' all night Drop it in ya jaw, right now Pop yo shit, it's all right, oh Poppin' out like smoke, psh Droppin' off yo' ho At your crib, later on At your crib, later on I been drinkin' all night (huh) And I'm smokin' all right (hm, oh) St. Louis to Shanghai St. Lucia, can't lose, we loose, we Goose'd up, baby My baby do it like she tryna pay her rent (Ooh-woo, ooh-ooh-woo) East L.A., live in the Wood, I feel like Clint (Ooh-woo, ooh-ooh-woo) Ay, I know the whole world just a matinee But pull down your mask, hit this gas wit' me Yeah, huh, hold it Puff that stuff, now hold it Got twenty chickens on the phone, I feel like Tony I wanna take you to the crib, I wanna own it I wanna hone it, I wanna f*ck, damn Man, somebody tell her I'm a grown man I romanced her, I enhanced her Diamonds dance in the Tesla, "Electric Slide," get it? I don't text her, let it fester (it's the truth) I don't stress her, I just stretch her (like I do, ay, ay) I'm a wrestler, Broccoli Lesnar (ooh, ay, ay) And he clever, call me Trevor If it's cold, I Moncler her, make no error I'm the gold, I'm the treasure, I'm a rare bird, oh I been drinkin' all night (I been drinkin') And I'm smokin' all right (got me thinkin') St. Louis to Shanghai St. Lucia, can't lose, we loose, we Goose'd up, baby My baby do it like she tryna pay her rent (My baby do it like she tryna pay) East L.A. up in the woods, I feel like Clinton (Ooh-woo, ooh-ooh-woo, huh) Divas, digits and dollars, prolly won't ever change If I do, I put it in cup, like, "Glad you came" Mike Jones, yeah, we tippin', baby, you think I'm playin' Suck me, pay your tuition, thank me at graduation I really can't f*ck up on the mission Time cruise by, gotta get shit now Straight to the biscuit, soon as I wake up and I, I, I I'm so fly, I flew, I'm so high, I'm who? Light on my feet like a moth, I'm a muhfucka St. Louis gotta show me wassup (aw, yeah) I heard Chicago got the shit sewed up (aw, yeah) I heard Atlanta got some big ol' butts (aw, yeah) Louisiana got some big ol' butts (aw, yeah) Houston, Texas at the Turkey Leg Hut (ay, ay, Turkey Leg) Dallas, Texas, meet me at the bazaar (right over there, uh) I like L.A., they let me smoke at the bar (aw, yeah) D.C. wit' a lil' chocolate bar (aw, yeah) St. Louis gotta show me wassup (aw, yeah) I heard Chicago got the sh!t sewed up (aw, yeah) I heard Atlanta got some big ol' butts (aw, yeah) Louisiana got some big ol' butts (aw, yeah) Houston, Texas at the Turkey Leg Hut (ay, ay, Turkey Leg) Dallas, Texas, meet me at the bazaar (right over there, uh) I like L.A., they let me smoke at the bar (aw, yeah) D.C. wit' a lil' chocolate bar (aw, yeah)
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Written by: Charles B. Wimberly, Chirstopher Smith Jr., Kalon Berry
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