Smino, Terrace Martin - Pecans lyrics
Smino [Christopher Smith Jr.] St. Louis, Missouri, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Smino, Terrace Martin - Pecans lyrics]
Ooh, ooh, ooh yeah
We cut like apple pie, uh, My lil' papaya
Make me wanna Paypal ya, fly ya lil ass to me
Aw yeah yeah, RSVP
I got that thang acquired, make ya sing
A Choir, quiet just riding
Now she bussin' Pe-cay-ans pecans
Porsche Cayenne, interior cayenne
Hands diligent, did it for the defiant
And niggas tryin', tryin' with no finance
Cut from the finest
The other day my cuzzo hit my phone
Said he just hit a lick so
Good I'm like my nigga, pause
He laugh and say for real dirty I
Just wanna ball yeah that my dawg
He in a jam until Cruella free us all
But never forget them days no gas
Hop out and push the car
And never forget the wages they payin' Ma
I'll never forget the way they
Try and take away
The arts from the heart yeah, yo start
Yeah the north side
Sativa burn smoother than a Porsche ride
Plus I'm off that chocolate water
Lit up like a Porch light
Tryna dodge the pork lights
Woop-woop state troop shoo-shoot
Black youth it's on the news Momma still
Gotta get interviewed, Fox ratings boost
I stopped paying dues
Cuz I'm like bitch I'm payin' who just sayin'
I owe it all lied to my
Pops niggas got to the
Guap till I walked And felt
The crunch in my socks
Now I think about it, shit
I had one pair of socks
Now I'm on beaches with these bitches
Got me like, fuck wearing socks
I'm a artiste, I'm sensitive
Like ice on tea out the pot
I cook it up, I'm nice and seasoned
Work from spring to July
I'm never fatiguing, give me a reason
I get beat in the clock
I'm loving my youth I got a sweet
Tooth I got you too for you
We cut like apple pie, uh, My lil' papaya
Make me wanna Paypal ya, fly ya lil ass to me
Aw yeah yeah, RSVP i got the thing
I've been on like a bitch ice on my wrist
I'm off the brownie, you stumbling baby
You probably think I'm the shit
We cut like apple pie, uh, My lil' papaya
Make me wanna Paypal ya, fly ya lil ass to me
Aw yeah yeah, RSVP
I got that thang acquired, make ya sing
A Choir, quiet just riding
Now she bussin' Pe-cay-ans pecans
Porsche Cayenne, interior cayenne
Hands diligent, did it for the defiant
And niggas tryin', tryin' with no finance
Cut from the finest
The other day my cuzzo hit my phone
Said he just hit a lick so
Good I'm like my nigga, pause
He laugh and say for real dirty I
Just wanna ball yeah that my dawg
He in a jam until Cruella free us all
But never forget them days no gas
Hop out and push the car
And never forget the wages they payin' Ma
I'll never forget the way they
Try and take away
The arts from the heart yeah, yo start
Yeah the north side
Sativa burn smoother than a Porsche ride
Plus I'm off that chocolate water
Lit up like a Porch light
Tryna dodge the pork lights
Woop-woop state troop shoo-shoot
Black youth it's on the news Momma still
Gotta get interviewed, Fox ratings boost
I stopped paying dues
Cuz I'm like bitch I'm payin' who just sayin'
I owe it all lied to my
Pops niggas got to the
Guap till I walked And felt
The crunch in my socks
Now I think about it, shit
I had one pair of socks
Now I'm on beaches with these bitches
Got me like, fuck wearing socks
I'm a artiste, I'm sensitive
Like ice on tea out the pot
I cook it up, I'm nice and seasoned
Work from spring to July
I'm never fatiguing, give me a reason
I get beat in the clock
I'm loving my youth I got a sweet
Tooth I got you too for you
We cut like apple pie, uh, My lil' papaya
Make me wanna Paypal ya, fly ya lil ass to me
Aw yeah yeah, RSVP i got the thing
I've been on like a bitch ice on my wrist
I'm off the brownie, you stumbling baby
You probably think I'm the shit