Smino - LOW DOWN DERRTY BLUES lyrics
Smino [Christopher Smith Jr.] St. Louis, Missouri, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Smino - LOW DOWN DERRTY BLUES lyrics]
Checked in a hotel tonight
A lil' early gotta set it right
If I could, I'd settle down in yo cellulite
Fresh oil from Jamaica clean
No incense 'dem make me sneeze
Twist my wood, burn smell just like tangerine
I was just in the Bay, I got some shit
So loud it sound like a parade
I usually twist, mind my business
Not business, I really don't conversate
Hope you like masquerade
Smino Di Vinci, I'm trying to paint ya face
Okay, I play, I play
Shoot up yo shit like it's GTA
I got spotlight, hot light
Pointin' right on a mic
Hang you up on a dick, you the best ornament
Pussy tournament, undefeated bitch
Yep, I'm proud of it, run around a bit
Hit the Dougie in the pussy like Rico
Ducked back, twist out, two weeks old
Same pack QP on my P's and Q's
Thank God, could'a been on the evening news
The bass line so low down dirty blues
Dat be me dat be me (Low down dirty blues)
Dat be me
Dat be me when she in da Gucci
Lookin' absolutely like a two-piece
Dipped in lemon juice they sour salty, ooh
Lookin' like we the shit
Cleaner than vegan shit
Honey, I'm buzzin', I be too lit
Don't mean to take nun' away from you
That be me, diggin' deep all in yo' dignity
That be me, liftin' yo' energy
Liftin' you up on the wall yeah, cool
That be the end, she can't bend
Tap a hand, tap a friend, comprehend
Red 30, 26, 36 let's call a audible
That be me, call my D that be me, that be me
Overseas, blowin' G's
Knowin' we sold out and just
About to go recoup
That be me, love unconditionally
That be me making positions
That be me spreading the lick
So all the guys eat too
Bitch, guess what? What girl?
That nigga done buy me
Them motherfuckin' Riri stop lyin'
Yes, all the fuckin' Fenti bitch
Man, my lil' ugly ass nigga don't
Do no shit like that
Yeah, that's 'cause your nigga ain't shit
Ladies and gentlemen (Ladies and gentlemen)
It's time for The Dice is Right
See, baby, I see you working hard
And your nigga just dropped you off
At work in your car
On his way to go apply for some job
(Bitch, what?) baby, I know you tryna unwind
And your kids just walked in on you with that
Ass in the air for the fifth damn time
(Ooh, mama)
Oh, they just kids, better go check on them
(O oh) see? Every day got the same old thing
You afraid this might be the
End of your chain don't you get off track
I got something that could help
You 'round the clock call 1-800 Grigio
Call now supplies last for a limited
Time only with your broke ass
Get off your broke ass and get this money
Straight up bitch
A lil' early gotta set it right
If I could, I'd settle down in yo cellulite
Fresh oil from Jamaica clean
No incense 'dem make me sneeze
Twist my wood, burn smell just like tangerine
I was just in the Bay, I got some shit
So loud it sound like a parade
I usually twist, mind my business
Not business, I really don't conversate
Hope you like masquerade
Smino Di Vinci, I'm trying to paint ya face
Okay, I play, I play
Shoot up yo shit like it's GTA
I got spotlight, hot light
Pointin' right on a mic
Hang you up on a dick, you the best ornament
Pussy tournament, undefeated bitch
Yep, I'm proud of it, run around a bit
Hit the Dougie in the pussy like Rico
Ducked back, twist out, two weeks old
Same pack QP on my P's and Q's
Thank God, could'a been on the evening news
The bass line so low down dirty blues
Dat be me dat be me (Low down dirty blues)
Dat be me
Dat be me when she in da Gucci
Lookin' absolutely like a two-piece
Dipped in lemon juice they sour salty, ooh
Lookin' like we the shit
Cleaner than vegan shit
Honey, I'm buzzin', I be too lit
Don't mean to take nun' away from you
That be me, diggin' deep all in yo' dignity
That be me, liftin' yo' energy
Liftin' you up on the wall yeah, cool
That be the end, she can't bend
Tap a hand, tap a friend, comprehend
Red 30, 26, 36 let's call a audible
That be me, call my D that be me, that be me
Overseas, blowin' G's
Knowin' we sold out and just
About to go recoup
That be me, love unconditionally
That be me making positions
That be me spreading the lick
So all the guys eat too
Bitch, guess what? What girl?
That nigga done buy me
Them motherfuckin' Riri stop lyin'
Yes, all the fuckin' Fenti bitch
Man, my lil' ugly ass nigga don't
Do no shit like that
Yeah, that's 'cause your nigga ain't shit
Ladies and gentlemen (Ladies and gentlemen)
It's time for The Dice is Right
See, baby, I see you working hard
And your nigga just dropped you off
At work in your car
On his way to go apply for some job
(Bitch, what?) baby, I know you tryna unwind
And your kids just walked in on you with that
Ass in the air for the fifth damn time
(Ooh, mama)
Oh, they just kids, better go check on them
(O oh) see? Every day got the same old thing
You afraid this might be the
End of your chain don't you get off track
I got something that could help
You 'round the clock call 1-800 Grigio
Call now supplies last for a limited
Time only with your broke ass
Get off your broke ass and get this money
Straight up bitch