Smino - 24-8 lyrics
Smino [Christopher Smith Jr.] St. Louis, Missouri, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Smino - 24-8 lyrics]
I'm fuckin' good at this shit, dawg
For real, for real eh, ah, ah, ayy, uh
See, sometimes, I wanna go slow
Hit me partner up like, "Got me some, bro"
Pull up on me, like, cool it out, bro
Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke it out, bro
Twenty inches when I'm passin'
Run the globe in my khakis
For the cash, nigga go Cassius, I'm the clay
Tryna break the mold
Just took baby to Alaska
Snowflakes in the lashes
I been prayin' for the pussy, holy box
Alabaster okay, I parked on Parker Road
I took the route that's hella scenic
Burn my heart on all these songs and
Leave my soul on all thesе speakers
You my type, you Mavis Bеacon
You keep the Libra even
'Cause the parts of me that I can't
See that you can read be needed
Sometimes, I wanna go slow (Slow)
Hit my partner up like, "Got me some, bro"
(Bro)
Pull up on me, like, cool it out, bro (Bro)
Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke it out, bro
(Bro)
Twenty-four seven, I'm gettin' my dough
(Dough)
Twenty-four eight, 'bout feelin' like Kob'
(Kobe)
(I feel like Kobe) Uh uh
Shit (I feel like Kobe)
I use my blunt light to guide
Me through the dark nights
Batman coupe, ridin' to the stu'
My partner pour the dark Sprite
'Methazine, he told me that he
Wanna see me on magazines
Fuck these niggas thought to
Go to hearin' me, not hearin' me
Diamonds seing like Warren G
But don't get it twisted
We tear it up, bitch, check your energy
Made me pull your card and in your
Stars your whore was scopin' me
I do not be invested in all
The extras unless it's extra cheese
Nigga just be invested in all my niggas
I treat it like the league
I do not just be textin' these
Goofy hoes, no Disney Channel, please
Bitches'll crop their message and make it
Seem like they wasn't after me
Tryna fuck up my essence 'cause she
Know lil' boo in magazines, fuck
Sometimes, I wanna go slow (Slow)
Hit my partner up like, "Got me some, bro"
(Bro)
Pull up on me, light, cool it out, bro (Bro)
Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke it out, bro
(Bro)
Twenty-four seven, I'm gettin' my dough
(Dough)
Twenty-four eight, 'bout feelin' like Kob'
(Kobe, Kobe)
For real, for real eh, ah, ah, ayy, uh
See, sometimes, I wanna go slow
Hit me partner up like, "Got me some, bro"
Pull up on me, like, cool it out, bro
Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke it out, bro
Twenty inches when I'm passin'
Run the globe in my khakis
For the cash, nigga go Cassius, I'm the clay
Tryna break the mold
Just took baby to Alaska
Snowflakes in the lashes
I been prayin' for the pussy, holy box
Alabaster okay, I parked on Parker Road
I took the route that's hella scenic
Burn my heart on all these songs and
Leave my soul on all thesе speakers
You my type, you Mavis Bеacon
You keep the Libra even
'Cause the parts of me that I can't
See that you can read be needed
Sometimes, I wanna go slow (Slow)
Hit my partner up like, "Got me some, bro"
(Bro)
Pull up on me, like, cool it out, bro (Bro)
Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke it out, bro
(Bro)
Twenty-four seven, I'm gettin' my dough
(Dough)
Twenty-four eight, 'bout feelin' like Kob'
(Kobe)
(I feel like Kobe) Uh uh
Shit (I feel like Kobe)
I use my blunt light to guide
Me through the dark nights
Batman coupe, ridin' to the stu'
My partner pour the dark Sprite
'Methazine, he told me that he
Wanna see me on magazines
Fuck these niggas thought to
Go to hearin' me, not hearin' me
Diamonds seing like Warren G
But don't get it twisted
We tear it up, bitch, check your energy
Made me pull your card and in your
Stars your whore was scopin' me
I do not be invested in all
The extras unless it's extra cheese
Nigga just be invested in all my niggas
I treat it like the league
I do not just be textin' these
Goofy hoes, no Disney Channel, please
Bitches'll crop their message and make it
Seem like they wasn't after me
Tryna fuck up my essence 'cause she
Know lil' boo in magazines, fuck
Sometimes, I wanna go slow (Slow)
Hit my partner up like, "Got me some, bro"
(Bro)
Pull up on me, light, cool it out, bro (Bro)
Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke it out, bro
(Bro)
Twenty-four seven, I'm gettin' my dough
(Dough)
Twenty-four eight, 'bout feelin' like Kob'
(Kobe, Kobe)