SPINZ (Explicit) - Smino
Lyrics by：Christopher Smith Jr./Ahmanti Booker
Composed by：Christopher Smith Jr./Ahmanti Booker
Produced by：Monte Booker
Yeah
This sound like new world new world
A new world new world
It was gruesome what we grew from
But we grew some in the end
Ain't enough to be where you from
Had to be mixed with some Indian
Shawty say she creole
I crack the Clicquot
It leaked over drunk sex once again
Get my no fatigue on
Until I tip over
Tree rolled up
Can't sleep done got the spins
Tell we
Tell me what is it is lil' bae
Is it how I make it drip make it drip drip
Breakin' right through your Palasades
You not gon' ride that fence
Is you is
Or is you ain't
Apply that to anything
As long as I can memory
White diamonds with the blackface
Cultural appropriate
Sour you can smell that from across the way
Smokin' Hadouken yeah
On that Kamehameha
That's just how we stay up stay up
Ask my neighbor neighbor
N***as solid 'til you liquidated
I've never been that way I swear
You feel just like a Saturday
A Saturday
I might just roll a zip on your hips but first
Tell me the truth
Tell me the truth
What would you do for my love
What would you do
I bet you would shoot out the Jag right
You'd let me crash 'til my bag right
You see this cup in my hand I'm
'Bout to end up seein' twins I
Hope you still f**k with me if I
I throws up
It was gruesome what we grew from
But we grew some in the end
Ain't enough to be were you from
Had to be mixed with some Indian
Shawty say she creole I crack the Clicquot
It leaked over drunk sex once again
Get my no fatigue on until I tip over tree rolled up
Can't sleep done got the spins
Lost in the
Lost in the sauce like the chip broke off
I was f**ked up down to my last four dollars
Dollars barely eatin' sleepin' at the studio
But last night I f**ked a b***h
So cute she need a movie role me
Robbery or lottery feel like that's how it's gotta be
I never felt so unlucky no never
No one understands my brain
I numb my mind on novocaine
You said that you would love me forever
Godd**n uh
I can take you down to the
To the to the store I'm like
What you talk—you 'bout to—what you talkin' 'bout
He you know down here it's just
You go to the corner store you gon' find somebody
Like we we dip
So we ride hella far to this corner store and post
S**t was lookin' bleak
Then we then we just go
Somewhere else and we just post again
Memphis Bleek
Then Smi just hop out like
And some just random security
Guard n***as and he's just like
Ayy you know where some green at
Dudes was like
Hot d**n
