Smino - Chips & Juice lyrics
Smino [Christopher Smith Jr.] St. Louis, Missouri, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Smino - Chips & Juice lyrics]
Yeah, groovy okay, okay
Bitch smell like Gucci cologne
We need bitch in the after hours
No fatigue, baby, okay
Tell ’em, "Cut the check, " just do it, yeah
Just do it
When I shoot my shot, it goes swoosh
Got the juice
Yeah, I got the juice, chips too
What's cool?
Three hundred and fourteen proof
What's cool?
(And now god lay me down to sleep
Pray my Forces never crease)
Three hundred and fourteen proof
What's cool? (And I get fly before I wake
This Louis visor from '08)
Young nigga went from Missouri to "bonjour"
Think a lot my beans, nigga whip garbanzo
Fuck her in the mornin', I'm Alonzo
Told 'em that I'm goin'
When I shoot my shot, it goes swoosh
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh
Flintstones, im smokin' yabba dabba doobies
Had to thank the Lord for another opportunity
I heard she don't want me no more
Fuck it, she a tuna fish (More in the sea)
Thank the Lord for another opportunity
(More Hennessy)
Pour it up, mm, pass it to the community
I creased her in my forces
But I never crease my Forces
Tell ’em, "Cut the check, " just do it, yeah
Just do it
When I shoot my shot, it goes swoosh
Got the juice
Yeah, I got the juice, chips too
What's cool?
Three hundred and fourteen proof
What's cool?
(And now god lay me down to sleep
Pray my Forces never crease)
Three hundred and fourteen proof
What's cool? (And I get fly before I wake
This Louis visor from '08)
I like her, she a lil' Chicago
She leper-Kanye
I found her lil' ass in the Tahoe
Truckin ass all day
I pull up "Ooh" in the Bronco kush and OJ
And I just did a show in Toronto
Where Drake?
I heard she don't want me no more
Fuck it, she a tuna fish (More in the sea)
Thank the Lord for another opportunity
(More Hennessy)
Pour it up, mm, pass it to the community
Tell ’em, "Cut the check, " just do it, yeah
Just do it
When I shoot my shot, it goes swoosh
Got the juice
Yeah, I got the juice, chips too
What's cool?
Three hundred and fourteen proof
What's cool?
(And now god lay me down to sleep
Pray my Forces never crease)
Three hundred and fourteen proof
What's cool? (And I get fly before I wake
This Louis visor from '08)
Bitch smell like Gucci cologne
We need bitch in the after hours
No fatigue, baby, okay
Tell ’em, "Cut the check, " just do it, yeah
Just do it
When I shoot my shot, it goes swoosh
Got the juice
Yeah, I got the juice, chips too
What's cool?
Three hundred and fourteen proof
What's cool?
(And now god lay me down to sleep
Pray my Forces never crease)
Three hundred and fourteen proof
What's cool? (And I get fly before I wake
This Louis visor from '08)
Young nigga went from Missouri to "bonjour"
Think a lot my beans, nigga whip garbanzo
Fuck her in the mornin', I'm Alonzo
Told 'em that I'm goin'
When I shoot my shot, it goes swoosh
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh
Flintstones, im smokin' yabba dabba doobies
Had to thank the Lord for another opportunity
I heard she don't want me no more
Fuck it, she a tuna fish (More in the sea)
Thank the Lord for another opportunity
(More Hennessy)
Pour it up, mm, pass it to the community
I creased her in my forces
But I never crease my Forces
Tell ’em, "Cut the check, " just do it, yeah
Just do it
When I shoot my shot, it goes swoosh
Got the juice
Yeah, I got the juice, chips too
What's cool?
Three hundred and fourteen proof
What's cool?
(And now god lay me down to sleep
Pray my Forces never crease)
Three hundred and fourteen proof
What's cool? (And I get fly before I wake
This Louis visor from '08)
I like her, she a lil' Chicago
She leper-Kanye
I found her lil' ass in the Tahoe
Truckin ass all day
I pull up "Ooh" in the Bronco kush and OJ
And I just did a show in Toronto
Where Drake?
I heard she don't want me no more
Fuck it, she a tuna fish (More in the sea)
Thank the Lord for another opportunity
(More Hennessy)
Pour it up, mm, pass it to the community
Tell ’em, "Cut the check, " just do it, yeah
Just do it
When I shoot my shot, it goes swoosh
Got the juice
Yeah, I got the juice, chips too
What's cool?
Three hundred and fourteen proof
What's cool?
(And now god lay me down to sleep
Pray my Forces never crease)
Three hundred and fourteen proof
What's cool? (And I get fly before I wake
This Louis visor from '08)