Smino - Cabbage (Freestyle) lyrics
Smino [Christopher Smith Jr.] St. Louis, Missouri, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Smino - Cabbage Freestyle lyrics]
Big booty in that motherfucker, cuh
On God, you hit the target up, nigga
That's the new club, nigga
Straight up, big booties in the produce aisle
On God, line two
Met a freaky lil' bish at the Slauson swap
She an artist with the tongue, mm, Jaw-squiat
I was flea market up, dick cost a lot
Got a St louis (Baby) , chickenhead was top
I'm a sucker for cornrows and natural afros
Your bitch a bird, sink bath, she pigeon-toed
Your bitch a bird, no salmonella on the pole
Try get elected, I'm electric
She cha-cha slide on me
Ejecto seato, no fuck Smino
Let her fuck my homie
I'm promi-nigga no tuxedo
My airforce ones on me
Bitch, I stay puffy like a Cheeto
God took his time on me
Twenty bitches in the lobby
Guess that's where I be
I be smokin' on dry weed
Got me wakin' up late all groggy
I need somethin’ real thick like Ashanti
Let her run my bill up, no Chauncey, huh
Or Sevyn Streeter
I take seventy streets to eat her
I'm not a big repeater my name ain't Peter
But let me know if you see her
(Let a nigga know) on the kids
I don't hang with the chi chi chit
I done pissed off the gang
'bout to shit, shit, shit
Quick to cut a nigga off like a sent-
(Nigga I'm havin' so much motherfuckin' fun
In this motherfucker right now)
Gettin' cabbage, and all my bitches nasty
(My bitches nasty)
I'm higher than your fashion (Dior)
And if they ask, I'm taxin' (Run up it)
You're broke, tragic, nigga, that's tragic
(Bitch) tragic, tragic, tragic, haha
(Bitch, bitch, bitch)
You know me
Young nigga just tapped in like a tap dance
We do this shit easy, man
We do this shit every day, any day, man
Listen, this is fun bruh, at this point
Man, I hope y'all motherfuckers
Enjoy y'all self you know what I'm sayin'?
Hope y'all got your goddamn popcorn, Kool-Aid
Barbecue wings, whatever the fuck y'all do
Hope my niggas got something' rolled
My shawties got them a
Little wood or whatever, yeah
She already decided it's above me now
Videos, homie, videos?
DVD, CDs, Master P, Charlie's Angels
Mike Jones! Who? Mike Jones! Who? Mike Jo-o-o
On God, you hit the target up, nigga
That's the new club, nigga
Straight up, big booties in the produce aisle
On God, line two
Met a freaky lil' bish at the Slauson swap
She an artist with the tongue, mm, Jaw-squiat
I was flea market up, dick cost a lot
Got a St louis (Baby) , chickenhead was top
I'm a sucker for cornrows and natural afros
Your bitch a bird, sink bath, she pigeon-toed
Your bitch a bird, no salmonella on the pole
Try get elected, I'm electric
She cha-cha slide on me
Ejecto seato, no fuck Smino
Let her fuck my homie
I'm promi-nigga no tuxedo
My airforce ones on me
Bitch, I stay puffy like a Cheeto
God took his time on me
Twenty bitches in the lobby
Guess that's where I be
I be smokin' on dry weed
Got me wakin' up late all groggy
I need somethin’ real thick like Ashanti
Let her run my bill up, no Chauncey, huh
Or Sevyn Streeter
I take seventy streets to eat her
I'm not a big repeater my name ain't Peter
But let me know if you see her
(Let a nigga know) on the kids
I don't hang with the chi chi chit
I done pissed off the gang
'bout to shit, shit, shit
Quick to cut a nigga off like a sent-
(Nigga I'm havin' so much motherfuckin' fun
In this motherfucker right now)
Gettin' cabbage, and all my bitches nasty
(My bitches nasty)
I'm higher than your fashion (Dior)
And if they ask, I'm taxin' (Run up it)
You're broke, tragic, nigga, that's tragic
(Bitch) tragic, tragic, tragic, haha
(Bitch, bitch, bitch)
You know me
Young nigga just tapped in like a tap dance
We do this shit easy, man
We do this shit every day, any day, man
Listen, this is fun bruh, at this point
Man, I hope y'all motherfuckers
Enjoy y'all self you know what I'm sayin'?
Hope y'all got your goddamn popcorn, Kool-Aid
Barbecue wings, whatever the fuck y'all do
Hope my niggas got something' rolled
My shawties got them a
Little wood or whatever, yeah
She already decided it's above me now
Videos, homie, videos?
DVD, CDs, Master P, Charlie's Angels
Mike Jones! Who? Mike Jones! Who? Mike Jo-o-o