[Intro: Smino] Niggas be like "Hey what’s good smi bruh. I seen your little Soundcloud pack or whatever. Got you some little plays and shit. Little comments and shit. You got you some little fans too. I guess you just doing your little thang, huh? I remember when you was a little nigga." I be like "Bitch! Get off my... dick!"
[Hook: Smino] (Yeah) Keep my Hoes on they toes, all my booches do ballet (Yeah, yeah) Dance with the devil, man life just a ballet (Yeah, yeah) They recite all my shit, all my shows be a ballad (Yeah, yeah) Gotta eat better I need that cheese on my salad, green (Yeah, yeah) (Are we done yet? Are we done yet? Are we done yet?) I been on my wait too long (Are we done yet? Are we done yet? Are we done yet?) I been waiting way too long (Are we done yet? Are we done yet? Are we done yet?) I don't wanna wait no more Yeah
[Verse 1: Smino] This my shit Every time I walk in, play my shit Dark Liquor, dark shades, dark ass skin Bright future so the booches wanna choose up quick Yeah she want me to poke her mind, she a little freak-a-chu Shockingly bad, little thang electrocute (Oh my God, Smi. You like God, Smi!) Nah, don't call me that I be where the zombies at, insomniac 'Member sippin' lean in a clean white Pontiac, Bonneville That's before I lost the weight I had, no Jonah Hill Running up a lonely hill, feeling like I fell off Bosses take a L as a lesson, not a real loss About to spark a L in the elevator, getting real elevated Make my little bitch feel celebrated I be all frigid just, bool la rouge Got a boo right now she tryna Vo Lay Voo coo Say a say squa
[Hook] (Yeah) Keep my Hoes on they toes, all my booches do ballet (Yeah, yeah) Dance with the devil, man life just a ballet (Yeah, yeah) They recite all my shit, all my shows be a ballad (Yeah, yeah) Gotta eat better I need that cheese on my salad, green (Yeah, yeah) (Are we done yet? Are we done yet? Are we done yet?) I been on my wait too long (Are we done yet? Are we done yet? Are we done yet?) I been waiting way too long (Are we there yet? Are we done yet? Are we done yet?) I don't wanna wait no more (Yeah) Keep my Hoes on they toes, all my booches do ballet (Yeah, yeah) Dance with the devil, man life just a ballet (Yeah, yeah) They recite all my shit, all my shows be a ballad (Yeah, yeah) Gotta eat better I need that cheese on my salad, green (Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 2: Bari Allen] Hoe ain't no sleep, bitch we pull up pallets, uh Remember cuzzo used to trap out the Galant, naw Naw, I mean GaLLant Read and react like I'm Marcus Trufant I ain't gone stop till I cop off the lot Press buttons to start, yeah, I crash when I stop (Ooh) Nigga too cool in the Cuban links Bruh, you cool, nigga you with me Muhfucka, you through if it's you or me Yeah I put that stone on her Hard Rock Cafe took her dome from her Red Cafe, this a shake down Got the bitch bussin', got that moan from her Yeah I had her assed up, face down This dick ain't free, got a loan from her
[Verse 3: Smino] I don't want her Fuck around, gave her ass the wrong number Nigga been hot all year like a long summer Bread winning ahead, getting ahead Give me the head, shawty be cool Before I take it back like my Force 1s see through Politicking with a little chicken saying we rude Fuck the White house, this the ice house, igloo I see no evil, I never switch up on my people
[Hook] (Yeah) Keep my Hoes on they toes, all my booches do ballet (Yeah, yeah) Dance with the devil, man life just a ballet (Yeah, yeah) They recite all my shit, all my shows be a ballad (Yeah, yeah) Gotta eat better I need that cheese on my salad, green (Yeah, yeah) (Are we done yet? Are we done yet? Are we done yet?) I been on my wait too long (Are we done yet? Are we done yet? Are we done yet?) I been waiting way too long (Are we done yet? Are we done yet? Are we done yet?) I don't wanna wait no more
(Are we done yet? Are we done yet? Are we done yet?) I been on my wait too long (Are we done yet? Are we done yet? Are we done yet?) I been waiting way too long (Are we done yet? Are we done yet? Are we done yet?) I don't wanna wait no more
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[Outro: Crazy Groupie] Girl: Oh, so you're really gon' keep sending me to voicemail like this? Like, for real? I don't understand, like, you [beep]ing with the wrong one. You keep [beep]ing with me, you wanna [bleep]ing lay with me, you wanna play with my head, you wanna do me dead [beep]ing wrong. But then you don't want to pick up the phone [call cuts] I'm dead-ass never fucking with rappers again, like, all of this fucking talk that you do—like, Smi, you're—honestly, your music is not that good [call cuts] honestly don't got fucking time, you think I got time to just be [beep]ing calling you, every [beep]ing day? Getting sent to [beep]ing voicemail, like, that is [beep]ing [call cuts] but I'ma show you [beep]ing insane, dead-ass, for real. Bet it up. Call me back thoughTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
