​thanksgivin lyrics

by

Smino


[Chorus: Smino]
Okay, uh-huh, less get it
She love to get drunk, take off ha feelins
She love to get drunk, take off ha feelins
She love to get drunk, take off ha feelins
Da cook up, look like Thanksgiving
Da flour rolled up get fried count chicken
Phenomenal, b*tch, greased up
Coconut oil, on ha neck back legs thigh ass titties

[Verse 1: Smino]
Da briefcase stuffed up, skr8 bidness today
I got pull up 2 MoTown wit
New tape I’m ‘bouta boot up My hometown
Himalous package pus*y got backspaced I deleted the mattress
Tight like cuddling In a cullinin
Shawty gave mе cunniling, couldn’t believe it (Couldn’t bеlieve it)
Lil buss down call ha' my shuttle queen
Told me she do anything and I’mma need it (I’mma need it)
I had a thought I had a thought another light bulb
Da reason it’s raw is cause I cook it wit my eye closed
Da Louis Vuitton, be my pajama dey my night clothes
Me n my breddas we stick to getta like a group home
Brand new parellis, I ride around lookin fa new hoes
She told me nail it
Lucky for her I gotta hammer hammer
And when bam her dey sound way out n Alabama
n*gga I’m talented
[Chorus: Smino]
Okay, uh-huh, less get it
She love to get drunk, take off ha feelins
She love to get drunk, take off ha feelins
She love to get drunk, take off ha feelins
Da cook up, look like Thanksgiving
Da flour rolled up get fried count chicken
Phenomenal b*tch, greased up
Coconut oil, on ha neck back legs thigh ass titties

[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes]
Now I’m taking over everything like that’s my calling (That’s my calling)
Wake up in pus*y like beautiful Sunday mornings (Sunday mornings)
Now we swimming in the money, like a line of dolphins (Line of dolphins)
Prepare for the killing, please line up the coffins
Think we playing motherf*cker (Uh-huh)
Y’all n*ggas really think sh*t funny? (Ah, sh*t funny?)
Pop you in yo sh*t brother (Ouh)
Y’all n*ggas better make room for the money (Ah, room for the money, ah)
Y’all already know when I pull up
I’m coming and I’m shaking the building or something
Y’all n*ggas I’ll pull up and y’all really be faking and fronting
Throw a hood up you ain’t from and get ya life taken for nothing
That’s something you should’ve thought about like replacing a button
And coming and pressing all you n*ggas in case you was stunting
And shutting up everything because all my n*ggas
We loving to f*ck up your food because my n*ggas is greedy and glutton
Skip to my new while I hop diddy bop and I drop on you n*ggas (Drop on you n*ggas)
f*ck that flow I be sh*tting while I take it to the top on these n*ggas (to the top on these n*ggas)
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah now you all sound alike little n*ggas (Alike little n*ggas)
But when I do it yes I finesse it a little now I got it on lock little n*ggas (On lock little n*ggas)
b*tch I give you new brand sh*t (New brand sh*t)
Tell me what the f*ck you wan do (What the f*ck you wan do)
I love to give you boom bap sh*t (Boom bap sh*t)
You ain’t know we do this too
You better get to f*cking with the realest side
You against us if you ain’t with us n*gga
I suggest you n*gga better run and hide
Cause nothing else matter till we finish n*gga (Finish n*gga)
[Chorus: Smino]
Okay, uh-huh, less get it
She love to get drunk, take off ha feelins
She love to get drunk, take off ha feelins
She love to get drunk, take off ha feelins
Da cook up, look like Thanksgiving
Da flour rolled up get fried count chicken
Phenomenal, b*tch, greased up
Coconut oil, on ha neck back legs thigh ass titties
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