Look went to clean my whip early on this smooth morning
Just got back in town last night from touring
Oakland showed us hella love up on Broadway
Once they finish detailing nigga I'm outside all day
I came to spend some time with you since I been so busy
If you game take you to my spots around the city
And I copped the top shelf gas cause I know you picky
Don't ask me where we going just know you good with me
I see them staring look too long she might blind you
Them old heads always stopping me asking where I find you
Talking like if they had a chance they'll wine and dine you
To bring you round the homies shit I wouldn't even mind to
This just a Sunday with Smoothkilla Snow
This just a Sunday with Smoothkilla Snow
Look I be wiping my rims to something smooth like this
Jon B They Don't Know playing out the whip
To have you the way I got you it's a beautiful bliss
You remind me of a six four parked outside the Ritz
You smooth like some wood grain, cruising in the slow lane
Forecast in the eighties and it's showing no rain
I must admit I admire how you keep it so plain
Bubble eyed headlights looking like Noname
This just a Sunday with Smoothkilla Snow
This just a Sunday with Smoothkilla Snow