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(Talk to me, Talk to me, Talk to me, Talk to me)
[Bridge: Smino]
Voulez-vous cou', we cut like filet mignon
Shia Lebouf give me nothin' but gold
Cold b**h she wet like MIchigan
Fully loaded cage that ear
I work like a Mexican
Bad lil' hoe your trap by hoe
Ain't got a lotta tick can't talk right now
[Hook: Smino]
I pull up (creepin'), new coupe (beamin'), who dis? (schemin')
Watchin' TV in the headrest (this is automatic), lay down
I pull up (creepin'), new coupe (Bimmer), who dis? (schemin')
Watchin' TV in the headrest (what your lil a** be watchin'?), lay down
[Verse 1: Mick Jenkins]
k**ing these n***as stylistically, it's a crack rock for 'em
He speak facts with the Caps Lock on
Hit 'em in the purse
I know swearing hurts worst, excuse my language
I know the true sound like curse words, excuse my singing
I know that I may sound like hurt birds, all of these C-notes
Lazy I, fly plaid shirt, he look like Deebo
Lift a brick, came up out the dirt with my people
Ignorant, only 'cause you looking through a peephole
And I could peep game
You ‘gon need some ski poles, tryna dig through these flows
Could avalanche, but refrain
What the f** is a co-sign
That sound like a new fan
Fam I been in this sh** you acting like I just grew hands
Grip that b**h with two hands and blow off a limb in this b**h
Space coupe I feel like Invader Zim in this b**h
Pulled up in the black on black silk wrap like a new perm
Ten percent tints hope twelve don't U-turn
Way too much piff in these G-star
Lowkey pulling strings n***as speak ba** guitar
Smino hit the sweet-talk, Mrs. Officer
[Hook: Smino]
I don't need
I don't need, I don't need, I don't need no co-sign
I got me
A lot on, a lot on, a lot on my, my mind
OMG
They say that I beef, I done told 'em I'm refined
[Verse 2: Smino] edit 1
Reposition her, throw me that scalp
Throw me that, give me that sh** turn around
Deep conditioner, huh Ima beat it till it pout
Brought my n***as out of dark place 2 door
Cut the power I was couped up no 2 door
Pay my cars I'm no uno
Hands looking a lil fudo
Your b**h wanna kick it she do judo
Give me the scalp I want the new growth
Smearing your hoodie just my pullover
All of your flowers stroke your willow
Smoking white widow with a widow
One of a cut or roll or two more
All on your stomach ?
Play instrumental ?
(This sh** harder than a motherf**er, I like that)
Come I can give you a lil bit more
It dont take much to keep my tempo
I dont indulge in extra info
?
Freaky she speaking good? to her
(Claps)
(Talk to me, Talk to me, Talk to me, Talk to me)
[Bridge: Smino]
Voulez-vous cou', we cut like filet mignon
Shia Lebouf give me nothin' but gold
Cold b**h she wet like MIchigan
Fully loaded cage that ear
I work like a Mexican
Bad lil' hoe your trap by hoe
Ain't got a lotta tick can't talk right now
[Hook: Smino]
I pull up (creepin'), new coupe (beamin'), who dis? (schemin')
Watchin' TV in the headrest (this is automatic), lay down
I pull up (creepin'), new coupe (Bimmer), who dis? (schemin')
Watchin' TV in the headrest (what your lil a** be watchin'?), lay down
[Verse 1: Mick Jenkins]
k**ing these n***as stylistically, it's a crack rock for 'em
He speak facts with the Caps Lock on
Hit 'em in the purse
I know swearing hurts worst, excuse my language
I know the true sound like curse words, excuse my singing
I know that I may sound like hurt birds, all of these C-notes
Lazy I, fly plaid shirt, he look like Deebo
Lift a brick, came up out the dirt with my people
Ignorant, only 'cause you looking through a peephole
And I could peep game
You ‘gon need some ski poles, tryna dig through these flows
Could avalanche, but refrain
What the f** is a co-sign
That sound like a new fan
Fam I been in this sh** you acting like I just grew hands
Grip that b**h with two hands and blow off a limb in this b**h
Space coupe I feel like Invader Zim in this b**h
Pulled up in the black on black silk wrap like a new perm
Ten percent tints hope twelve don't U-turn
Way too much piff in these G-star
Lowkey pulling strings n***as speak ba** guitar
Smino hit the sweet-talk, Mrs. Officer
[Hook: Smino]
I don't need
I don't need, I don't need, I don't need no co-sign
I got me
A lot on, a lot on, a lot on my, my mind
OMG
They say that I beef, I done told 'em I'm refined
[Verse 2: Smino] edit 1
Reposition her, throw me that scalp
Throw me that, give me that sh** turn around
Deep conditioner, huh Ima beat it till it pout
Brought my n***as out of dark place 2 door
Cut the power I was couped up no 2 door
Pay my cars I'm no uno
Hands looking a lil fudo
Your b**h wanna kick it she do judo
Give me the scalp I want the new growth
Smearing your hoodie just my pullover
All of your flowers stroke your willow
Smoking white widow with a widow
One of a cut or roll or two more
All on your stomach ?
Play instrumental ?
(This sh** harder than a motherf**er, I like that)
Come I can give you a lil bit more
It dont take much to keep my tempo
I dont indulge in extra info
?
Freaky she speaking good? to her
(Claps)