Keep it simple
In the cut like a Ginsu
Off the mental
I don't even need a pencil
That ain't no problem
I'll had them thangs sent thru
I was out Mizzou in a Beamer not a Benzo
Drape my kinfolk in kente cloth
We been dope
Georgetown dogs
Not the Hogs
Black skin folk
Love those rentals
Hope you cover incidentals
Holla at me when you see me!
(HOLLA IF YOU HEAR ME!)
I been on this shit for many years
I drink Moët Bellini's
Rub my dick like it's a genie
Grant yo wish, get yo bikini
Touch my bod, E = Mc2
It's all about me-me (ME!)
Momma sent me out all greasy
Now I dream bout Santorini (SANTORINI!)
Niggas swear they smokin' Runtz
Smell junk in a blunt
Niggas front 'til they in front
Then it's 21 skunk
I don't bunt
I don't punt
Bitch I'm blunt as it come
Niggas dumb as they come
When I'm done have fun
'Til then, have none
Ill pen having motherf*cker
23 and 1
Fast break, 2 on 1
Alley-oop .. And-1
Got damn gimme all if the loot and some
(GIMME THE LOOT!)
And I oop...
(DAMN SON!)
Even if I Xanman flow
Still pull up listening to Camp Lo (Woo!)
I ain't finna be yo Sambo
Spray a nigga like SAMO
Listening to "Rambo" (GOT DAMN!)
Off Bryson Tiller's "T R A P S O U L"
I'm the kind of nigga with the Afro
Like wakanda shit is that?
Breakfast programs coming back!
(Oh my God..)
(Hola!)
(Woah!)
Go...
I've been trained to
(Goooo!)
Growth
Float
Like the greats do
Master class
Did you pass?
Yeah, the grades due
Them niggas still tryna get signed to a label
(DAMN!)
At the table
Welp face, lookin' silly (Woahh)
Live stream
Arcade games - Home viddy (Woahh)
Friend zone
Lame-O nigga
No biddies (No Biddies!)
Philip Lindsay
Tote committee
Cole Beasley
He D-Hop and I'm Will Fuller with it
No analytics, just eye test
Oh, he really did it
They really livid
You changed
They in the same position
Still a sucka
They knees buckled
Refill prescriptions...
(Meaaanwhiiile)
Meanwhile I've got time on my side
Every day a new sci-fi encounter
Seldom recognize
An imposter from yester-year
Reminisce 'bout the broken times
I'm not tryna shoot the shit
Nigga still owe me hundred dollars (DAMN!)
(SHOT!)
S'Mores (feat. SMII Much) Video (MV)
Performed By: dopeSMOOTHIES
Language: English
Length: 2:40
Written by: Christopher Jeffries, Shawn Myers Jr.
dopeSMOOTHIES - S'Mores (feat. SMII Much) Lyrics
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Keep it simple
In the cut like a Ginsu
Off the mental
I don't even need a pencil
That ain't no problem
I'll had them thangs sent thru
I was out Mizzou in a Beamer not a Benzo
Drape my kinfolk in kente cloth
We been dope
Georgetown dogs
Not the Hogs
Black skin folk
Love those rentals
Hope you cover incidentals
Holla at me when you see me!
(HOLLA IF YOU HEAR ME!)
I been on this shit for many years
I drink Moët Bellini's
Rub my dick like it's a genie
Grant yo wish, get yo bikini
Touch my bod, E = Mc2
It's all about me-me (ME!)
Momma sent me out all greasy
Now I dream bout Santorini (SANTORINI!)
Niggas swear they smokin' Runtz
Smell junk in a blunt
Niggas front 'til they in front
Then it's 21 skunk
I don't bunt
I don't punt
Bitch I'm blunt as it come
Niggas dumb as they come
When I'm done have fun
'Til then, have none
Ill pen having motherf*cker
23 and 1
Fast break, 2 on 1
Alley-oop .. And-1
Got damn gimme all if the loot and some
(GIMME THE LOOT!)
And I oop...
(DAMN SON!)
Even if I Xanman flow
Still pull up listening to Camp Lo (Woo!)
I ain't finna be yo Sambo
Spray a nigga like SAMO
Listening to "Rambo" (GOT DAMN!)
Off Bryson Tiller's "T R A P S O U L"
I'm the kind of nigga with the Afro
Like wakanda shit is that?
Breakfast programs coming back!
(Oh my God..)
(Hola!)
(Woah!)
Go...
I've been trained to
(Goooo!)
Growth
Float
Like the greats do
Master class
Did you pass?
Yeah, the grades due
Them niggas still tryna get signed to a label
(DAMN!)
At the table
Welp face, lookin' silly (Woahh)
Live stream
Arcade games - Home viddy (Woahh)
Friend zone
Lame-O nigga
No biddies (No Biddies!)
Philip Lindsay
Tote committee
Cole Beasley
He D-Hop and I'm Will Fuller with it
No analytics, just eye test
Oh, he really did it
They really livid
You changed
They in the same position
Still a sucka
They knees buckled
Refill prescriptions...
(Meaaanwhiiile)
Meanwhile I've got time on my side
Every day a new sci-fi encounter
Seldom recognize
An imposter from yester-year
Reminisce 'bout the broken times
I'm not tryna shoot the shit
Nigga still owe me hundred dollars (DAMN!)
(SHOT!)
In the cut like a Ginsu
Off the mental
I don't even need a pencil
That ain't no problem
I'll had them thangs sent thru
I was out Mizzou in a Beamer not a Benzo
Drape my kinfolk in kente cloth
We been dope
Georgetown dogs
Not the Hogs
Black skin folk
Love those rentals
Hope you cover incidentals
Holla at me when you see me!
(HOLLA IF YOU HEAR ME!)
I been on this shit for many years
I drink Moët Bellini's
Rub my dick like it's a genie
Grant yo wish, get yo bikini
Touch my bod, E = Mc2
It's all about me-me (ME!)
Momma sent me out all greasy
Now I dream bout Santorini (SANTORINI!)
Niggas swear they smokin' Runtz
Smell junk in a blunt
Niggas front 'til they in front
Then it's 21 skunk
I don't bunt
I don't punt
Bitch I'm blunt as it come
Niggas dumb as they come
When I'm done have fun
'Til then, have none
Ill pen having motherf*cker
23 and 1
Fast break, 2 on 1
Alley-oop .. And-1
Got damn gimme all if the loot and some
(GIMME THE LOOT!)
And I oop...
(DAMN SON!)
Even if I Xanman flow
Still pull up listening to Camp Lo (Woo!)
I ain't finna be yo Sambo
Spray a nigga like SAMO
Listening to "Rambo" (GOT DAMN!)
Off Bryson Tiller's "T R A P S O U L"
I'm the kind of nigga with the Afro
Like wakanda shit is that?
Breakfast programs coming back!
(Oh my God..)
(Hola!)
(Woah!)
Go...
I've been trained to
(Goooo!)
Growth
Float
Like the greats do
Master class
Did you pass?
Yeah, the grades due
Them niggas still tryna get signed to a label
(DAMN!)
At the table
Welp face, lookin' silly (Woahh)
Live stream
Arcade games - Home viddy (Woahh)
Friend zone
Lame-O nigga
No biddies (No Biddies!)
Philip Lindsay
Tote committee
Cole Beasley
He D-Hop and I'm Will Fuller with it
No analytics, just eye test
Oh, he really did it
They really livid
You changed
They in the same position
Still a sucka
They knees buckled
Refill prescriptions...
(Meaaanwhiiile)
Meanwhile I've got time on my side
Every day a new sci-fi encounter
Seldom recognize
An imposter from yester-year
Reminisce 'bout the broken times
I'm not tryna shoot the shit
Nigga still owe me hundred dollars (DAMN!)
(SHOT!)
Writer: Christopher Jeffries, Shawn Myers Jr.
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid