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Smino - "Matinee" with Kal Banx (Official Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Smino
Smino
Vocals
Kal Banx
Kal Banx
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Charles B. Wimberly
Charles B. Wimberly
Songwriter
Christopher Smith Jr.
Christopher Smith Jr.
Songwriter
Kalon Berry
Kalon Berry
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Smino
Smino
Recording Engineer
Kal Banx
Kal Banx
Producer
Elton "L10" Chueng
Elton "L10" Chueng
Mixing Engineer
Daniel Vargas
Daniel Vargas
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Robert Mendioro
Robert Mendioro
Assistant Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Ooh, I been drinkin' all night Drop it in ya jaw, right now Pop yo' shit, it's alright, oh Poppin' out like pss smoke, pshh Droppin' off yo' hoe At your crib, later on At your crib, later on I been drinkin' all night (huh) And I'm smokin' alright (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) Ayy, 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 20 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 bone, damn Pray 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, ayy, ayy) I'm a wrestler, Broccoli Lesnar (ooh, ayy, ayy) 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' alright (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, pro'ly 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 fuck 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 mo'fucka St. Louis gotta show me what's up (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 (ayy, ayy, 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 what's up (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 (ayy, ayy, 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)
Writer(s): Christopher Smith Jr, Kalon Berry, Charles B. Wimberly Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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