Smino - No L's lyrics
Smino [Christopher Smith Jr.] St. Louis, Missouri, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Smino - No L's lyrics]
Knock, knock, knock loud knockin'
Good weed knockin' at your door
Fuck, fuck, fuck, and you know we fucked up
She was there, pull up
You know we gonna fuck
Oh, shit, she wanna coop up no weak shit
Fried as fuck, Friday night (Friday night)
Drivin' hot as fuck (Hot as fuck)
Ain't got no license (Ain't got no lice')
I got all this stuff (All this stuff)
Stuff on my mind (Stuff on my mind)
Huh these girls say, "Smino
Don't you know Friday your day?"
I told her, "I'm up on Venus right now, girl
I'm outta your space"
And I know we face to face
But I'm outta my body today
A nigga done worked so hard
I ain't even noticing gains
My only goal, get everything I want
Then give it away
Cheesecake, sweepstake, plant seeds, irrigate
We just doin' this shit for the babes
Please s'cuse
That's what all this passion in me
Got me drillin' and shakin'
You are not sеt in stone
All that shit that you wrote
Wrote in pеncil and crayon (Crayon)
I'm goin' Crayola, get, I'm goin' Crayola
Get high as Jay Hova
Get my final say from the seance
My beautiful angel
My beautiful angel's my Beyoncé-ance
Ave Maria, agave tequila, my
Mind in the steamer, my brain a museum
Don't got what you see
I'm connected like seam
Cards that they dealt made a king out of him
Fried as fuck, Friday night (Friday night)
Drivin' hot as fuck (Hot as fuck)
Ain't got no license (Ain't got no lice')
I got all this stuff (All this stuff)
Stuff on my mind (Stuff on my mind)
Fried as fuck, Friday night
Drivin' hot as fuck ain't got no license
I got all this stuff (All this stuff)
Stuff on my mind
One, two, three, four, fifth cup in
My amigo done brought the
Casamigos to the party send hoes on my side
I been havin' these hoes on
They toes like Crocs
Ironic, the pot was the Crock
Brought the sauce in the stu'
And this bitch breathin' fire (yeah yeah)
Caucasian driver, no top, Greg Popp
But the spurs on that bih we outside (Horses)
The goal wasn't guap
It was makin' more opportunities and opps
Fortunate fortitude, we got some more to do
Lord protect me on my rides
I really feel more community than comp'
'Round here, we got motion
My bih ride around to Frank Ocean
(These bitches want Nikes)
My bro ride around with explosives
I'm feelin' the spirit, the ghost
I can't be a mirror of somethin'
That dog on the street that I go through
Sometimes, you gotta move when
The spirit say so okay, Jose I'm on Cuervo
Been afflicted, feel like J-Lo
Just wanna lay low, sometimes
Sometimes I find that
I'm just complainin'-plainin'
Sometimes I find the time to get wasted
Sometimes
Good weed knockin' at your door
Fuck, fuck, fuck, and you know we fucked up
She was there, pull up
You know we gonna fuck
Oh, shit, she wanna coop up no weak shit
Fried as fuck, Friday night (Friday night)
Drivin' hot as fuck (Hot as fuck)
Ain't got no license (Ain't got no lice')
I got all this stuff (All this stuff)
Stuff on my mind (Stuff on my mind)
Huh these girls say, "Smino
Don't you know Friday your day?"
I told her, "I'm up on Venus right now, girl
I'm outta your space"
And I know we face to face
But I'm outta my body today
A nigga done worked so hard
I ain't even noticing gains
My only goal, get everything I want
Then give it away
Cheesecake, sweepstake, plant seeds, irrigate
We just doin' this shit for the babes
Please s'cuse
That's what all this passion in me
Got me drillin' and shakin'
You are not sеt in stone
All that shit that you wrote
Wrote in pеncil and crayon (Crayon)
I'm goin' Crayola, get, I'm goin' Crayola
Get high as Jay Hova
Get my final say from the seance
My beautiful angel
My beautiful angel's my Beyoncé-ance
Ave Maria, agave tequila, my
Mind in the steamer, my brain a museum
Don't got what you see
I'm connected like seam
Cards that they dealt made a king out of him
Fried as fuck, Friday night (Friday night)
Drivin' hot as fuck (Hot as fuck)
Ain't got no license (Ain't got no lice')
I got all this stuff (All this stuff)
Stuff on my mind (Stuff on my mind)
Fried as fuck, Friday night
Drivin' hot as fuck ain't got no license
I got all this stuff (All this stuff)
Stuff on my mind
One, two, three, four, fifth cup in
My amigo done brought the
Casamigos to the party send hoes on my side
I been havin' these hoes on
They toes like Crocs
Ironic, the pot was the Crock
Brought the sauce in the stu'
And this bitch breathin' fire (yeah yeah)
Caucasian driver, no top, Greg Popp
But the spurs on that bih we outside (Horses)
The goal wasn't guap
It was makin' more opportunities and opps
Fortunate fortitude, we got some more to do
Lord protect me on my rides
I really feel more community than comp'
'Round here, we got motion
My bih ride around to Frank Ocean
(These bitches want Nikes)
My bro ride around with explosives
I'm feelin' the spirit, the ghost
I can't be a mirror of somethin'
That dog on the street that I go through
Sometimes, you gotta move when
The spirit say so okay, Jose I'm on Cuervo
Been afflicted, feel like J-Lo
Just wanna lay low, sometimes
Sometimes I find that
I'm just complainin'-plainin'
Sometimes I find the time to get wasted
Sometimes