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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Smino
Smino
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christopher Smith Jr.
Christopher Smith Jr.
Songwriter
Ahmanti Booker
Ahmanti Booker
Songwriter
Pharenz Abellard
Pharenz Abellard
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
monte booker
monte booker
Producer
Da-P
Da-P
Producer
Elton "L10MixedIt" Chueng
Elton "L10MixedIt" Chueng
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

But I was like this shit just... you know what I'm sayin'? This shit real polished, you feel me, like? On God You know what I'm sayin'? No more to fuck up her jeans (You hear me now? Yeah) (Huh, hello?) Well polished, we nail polish We well polished, nail polish Hold on, nigga, we well polished, nail polish Oh, you're real stylish, they be like, "Who your stylist?" We out here, we barred up We everywhere, Verizon Wireless My mama, she named me Christopher, just like Wallace I do it big, real big With the gang, Junior M.A.F.I.A Bad boy, Zero Mafia With the gang, Zero Mafia I had to get on the move, doin' a lot Tick, tock, I'm catchin' my groove God bless the cards that I drew This gon' be a breeze, since I was nine, I had knew Yeah, let the saints say amen Oh who dat boy? He from the Lou', he is a animal Keep me some ice in my hands Yeah, I got a burr wrist, think I'm Hannibal I hit the Nos on the nooses My niggas squeeze arms, they're masseuses My bitch looks kill and my big nigga with me Look like me, King Kong and Medusa Back and forth between continents Playing ping pong with the climate It's Smino Papi or Smino Populous Metro boom the whole metropolitan Met your bitch, she kept Keke hollerin' All I did was say, "Hi" and shit Like shawty, you trippin' You tweakin', you twerkin' I'm sendin', you packin' You dirty, you scan You must be Scandinavian That pussy wet like Navy training camp Bitch, turn this up, break the fader, amp, shaker, huh Well, um We well polished (We well), we nail polish (We nail) We well polished (We well), we nail polish (We nail) We well polished (We well), we nail polish (We nail) Margiel' stylish (Where you at?) We out here, we barred up We everywhere, Verizon Wireless My mama, she named me Christopher, just like Wallace I do it big, real big With the gang, Junior M.A.F.I.A Zero Mafia Zero Mafia It's crazy, I lost my phone. We made this, we made this voice memo, I couldn't even. I couldn't even play it 'cause I lost my phone, But... my Lyft driver brought my phone back to me. He was a cool nigga. I gave him, Gave him some sour diesel and shit and sent him on His way. But, yeah, man. Well polished. Nail polish
Writer(s): Ahmanti Booker, Christopher Smith, Pharenz Abellard Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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