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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Smino
Smino
Vocals
Chris McClenney
Chris McClenney
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chris McClenney
Chris McClenney
Songwriter
Kai Wright
Kai Wright
Songwriter
Christopher Smith Jr.
Christopher Smith Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sango
Sango
Producer
Chris McClenney
Chris McClenney
Producer

Lyrics

You look like a classic, took yo' time and crafted this (God damn I swear to God) Moving through these chapters, booked and busy, page my shit (Paging my shit, I know you) I'll hit you right back, I get sidetracked I got side things, you know side ventures and shit I vibrate, I'm a instrument, play into romance Sometimes I breakdown, breakdown, breakdown, old hoopti Gas me up, change my plug and get back in tune-tune Squeaky clean WD-40, ounce on me with a stogie Don't ask if I'ma pass it bitch, fuck no I don't know you, you look like the po-po I fly solo, no co-cap Coconut in the dussé, fuck a perform at She ain't bougie, she ain't choosy, fuck on the floor mat Chicken strips and scary movies, romance Float like a butterfly when I'm high off the loud Told my niggas in a minute it's gon' be our hour I don't put my faith in man, a nigga known to be cowards I'm a lion, I'm a Mayan, I feel like Terrence Howard I'm like Fe-Fi-Fo-Fum and a fifty Roll Luigi, wood stack like a tipi (mmm) Pretty white toe, walking on her tippy 'Cause the flow cold, ass on Mississippi (oh) Hit her with the crooked letter, she said Smino papi Get on top the polo horse and ride it like a Maserati I come from the north side, St. Louis, let me tell you 'bout it Mama always worried about her baby when he leave the house 22s on the Monte Carlo, Remy in the cupholder With the semi in the stroller, baby seat And the back this for safety he just holdin' trivia You never know who might be lurking over shoulders Man I thank the Lord every time I see my niggas Not being dramatic, life cinematic This one feel like a classic, you look like a classic Might pull up in a classic You look like a classic, took yo' time and crafted this Moving through these chapters, booked and busy, page my shit I'll hit you right back, I get sidetracked I got side things, you know side ventures and shit I vibrate, I'm a instrument, play into romance, huh Sometimes I breakdown, breakdown, breakdown, old hoopti Gas me up, change my plug and get back in tune-tune Squeaky clean WD-40, ounce on me with a stogie
Writer(s): Christopher Smith, Chris Mcclenney, Kai Wright Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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