Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song FENTY SEX, artist - Smino. Album song NOIR, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 07.11.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Zero Fatigue
Song language: English
FENTY SEX |
| See, baby |
| You ain’t gotta hide |
| I seen who you are |
| You beautiful |
| I love you |
| Sh-sh-she taste like some papaya, oh (Baby) |
| Fruits of my labor getting riper, oh |
| Backwoods and white tees on my rider |
| Friday night headliner from Chicago to China, oh |
| Now let me find out you a pyro, oh |
| You blunt as fuck, you playin' with fire-oh, oh |
| Light that ass up like some sativa |
| Girl, assume the procedure |
| Lower regions my leisure |
| Let me give you this gyro |
| Hold on, look up my flight code |
| Snap me that in the airport |
| Almost ran in a light pole |
| Say she never been to Disneyland |
| Fuck her in the air 'til she dizzy, damn |
| I don’t really be with that goofy shit |
| All on the Tweety, tryna post a pic |
| Stroke so dope, got motion sick |
| We in theaters, a motion pic |
| Musketeers, new booty whip, coupe and shit |
| This could be me and you |
| She love how I move the whole venue |
| I’m in the throat like halls, Arsenio |
| I’m supposed to be home soon |
| But that yeah-yeah so mhm |
| Sh-sh-she taste like some papaya, oh |
| Fruits of my labor getting riper, oh |
| Backwoods and white tees on my rider |
| Friday night headliner from Chicago to China, oh |
| Now let me find out you a pyro, oh |
| You blunt as fuck, you playin' with fire, though |
| Light that ass up like some sativa |
| Girl, assume the procedure |
| Lower regions my leisure |
| Leisure, leisure, leisure |
| Whoa, baby, whoa, baby |
| Whoa, baby |
| Whoa, baby |
| Leisure, leisure, leisure |
| Whoa, baby, whoa, baby |
| Whoa, baby |
| Whoa, baby |
| See, baby, I ain’t hiding |
| I was crazy when you met me |
| It’s just that I love the D |
| I mean, I love you, baby |
| He know I ain’t doing no back and forth (Hah) |
| Laid up on 'em like we on the court (Hold up) |
| Sex game had me going hoarse |
| Dick so good, gotta ask for more |
| Woods and a fifth while we on the porch |
| UK only time I pass a port |
| And he knew what it was when he signed up |
| Been breakin' hearts like plastic forks |
| Put me up in yo' schedule (Schedule) |
| Told him come meet 'round 7 (7) |
| Ain’t rocking nothing but your sweater |
| I heard it might rain, you should bring a umbrella ('Brella) |
| That yelling shit just get me wetter (Wetter) |
| Make up sex, Fenty the preference (Preference) |
| Throwin' up his and her bezels |
| No limit on him or the debit |
| That nigga’ll buy me the world if I let him |
| He know I’ma get the shit bussin', no fee-fee (Ridin') |
| Told him I’m ridin', Kiki (Love me) |
| Drippin' designer, CC, GG |
| A savage like Riri (Do you love me?) |
| Body look glittered in gold (Gold) |
| That money like me, it won’t fold |
| Ass like a cinnamon roll, head and pussy game cold |
| Sh-sh-she taste like some papaya, oh |
| Fruits of my labor getting riper, oh |
| Backwoods and white tees on my rider |
| Friday night headliner from Chicago to China, oh |
| Now let me find out you a pyro, oh |
| You blunt as fuck, you playin' with fire, though |
| Light that ass up like some sativa |
| Girl, assume the procedure |
| Lower regions my leisure |
| Leisure, leisure, leisure |
| Whoa, baby, whoa, baby |
| Whoa, baby |
| Whoa, baby |
| Leisure, leisure, leisure |
| Whoa, baby, whoa, baby |
| Whoa, baby |
| Whoa, baby |
| Leisure, leisure, leisure |
| Whoa, baby, whoa, baby |
| Whoa, baby |
| Whoa, baby |
| Leisure, leisure, leisure |
| Whoa, baby, whoa, baby |
| Whoa, baby |
| Whoa, baby |