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Ballet
5,273
Hip-Hop
Ballet was released on October 2, 2015 by Smino as a part of the album S!ckS!ckS!ck - Single
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Release DateOctober 2, 2015
LabelSmino
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM123

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Smino
Smino
Performer
Young Pink
Young Pink
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christopher Smith Jr.
Christopher Smith Jr.
Songwriter
Ahmanti Booker
Ahmanti Booker
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
monte booker
monte booker
Producer
Elton "L10MixedIt" Cheung
Elton "L10MixedIt" Cheung
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
**** be like, "Ay, what's good, Smi', bruh?
I seen't your lil' SoundCloud packs or whatever
Got you some lil' plays and shit
Lil' comments, shit
You got you some lil' fans too
I guess you just doin' your lil' thang, huh?
I remember when you was a little ****"
I be like, "Bitch! Get off my dick!"
[Verse 2]
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 3]
Are we done yet? Are we done yet? Are we done yet?
I've been on my wait too long
Are we done yet? Are we done yet? Are we done yet?
I've been waitin' way too long
Are we done yet? Are we done yet? Are we done yet?
I don't wanna wait no more
[Verse 4]
This my shit
E'ry 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 lil' freak-a-chu
Shockingly bad, little thang electrocute
(Oh, my God, Smi', you're 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
Runnin' up a lonely hill, feelin' like I fell off
Bosses take a L as a lesson, not a real loss
'Bout to spark a L in the elevator, gettin' real elevated
Made my lil' bitch feel celebrated
I be all frigid just, bool la rouge
Got a boo right now tryna voulez vous, cool, Smin's
[Verse 5]
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 6]
Are we done yet? Are we done yet? Are we done yet?
I've been on my wait too long
Are we done yet? Are we done yet? Are we done yet?
I've been waitin' way too long
Are we done yet? Are we done yet? Are we done yet?
I don't wanna wait no more
[Verse 7]
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 8]
Ho ain't asleep, bitch, we pull up pallets, uh
Remember cuzzo used to trap out the Galant, nah
Nah, I mean GaLLant
Read and react like I'm Marcus Trufant
I ain't gon' stop till I cop off the lot
Press buttons to start, yeah, I crash when I stop, ooh
**** too cool in the Cuban links
Bruh, you cool, ****, you with me
Muhfucka, you through if it's you or me
Yeah, I put the stone on her
Hard Rock Cafe, took the dome from her
Red Cafe, this a shakedown
Got the bitch bustin', got that moan from her
Yeah, I had her assed up, face down
And this dick ain't free, got a loan from her
[Verse 9]
I don't wanna fuck around, gave her ass the wrong number
**** been hot all year like a long summer
Bread winnin' ahead, gettin' ahead
Give me the head, shawty, be cool
'Fore I take it back like my Force 1's see-through
Pollitickin' with a lil' chicken sayin' we rude
Fuck the White House, this the ice house, igloo
I see no evil, I never switch up on my people
[Verse 10]
Are we done yet? Are we done yet? Are we done yet?
I've been on my wait too long
Are we done yet? Are we done yet? Are we done yet?
I've been waitin' way too long
Are we done yet? Are we done yet? Are we done yet?
I don't wanna wait no more
[Verse 11]
Oh, so you're relly gon' keep sending me to voicemail like this?
Like, for real?
I don't understand, like, you **** with the wrong one
You keep **** with me, you wanna **** lay with me
You wanna play with my head, you wanna do me dead **** wrong?
But then you don't wanna pick up the phone
I'm dead-ass never fuckin' with rappers again, like
All of this fuckin' talk that you do, like, Smi', you're, honestly
Your music's not that good, like
Honestly don't got **** time
You think I got time to just be **** calling you every fuckin' day?
Gettin' sent to **** voicemail, like, that is fucking
But I'ma show you fuckin' insane, dead-ass, for real
Bet it up, call me back though
Written by: Ahmanti Booker, Christopher Smith Jr.
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