Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song SKEDOS, artist - Smino. Album song NOIR, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 07.11.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Zero Fatigue
Song language: English
SKEDOS |
See, baby, huh |
Drip like I jumped right off in the lake |
Forgot I can’t swim, now I’m stuck, hyperventilate |
Drowned in my drip on that ho |
Think I see the shore, I’m not sure |
If I don’t touch the bay and I drown here today |
Know that drip just a leak in my ship |
Did it for the pussy |
Niggas get neck tats to hide that they pussy |
Buying Maybachs 'til they broke on they back |
Tell the truth, nigga |
You look like you talk too much |
You front yo' move, you don’t do shit |
All that talk, you strugglin' bruh |
You strugglin', shit, we not stupid |
All that drip, you drown, you drip |
You drown, drip-drip, drow-drowned in it |
All that drip, you drown, drip-drip |
You drown, drip-drip-drip, drowned in it, huh |
(I was told) Make money, don’t let the shit make you |
(That the code) Be yourself, they had better respect you |
(If they don’t) Bring it to they neck, tux see-through |
Blood suckas close, niggas swattin' mosquitos |
(I was told) Make money, don’t let the shit make you |
(This the code) Be yourself, they had better respect you |
(If they don’t) Bring it to they neck, tux see-through |
Blood suckas close, niggas swattin' mosquitos |
Mark my turds, I’ma shit on these nerds |
Bock-bock, he scared to shoot, he chicken curry |
I’m Port Antonio, Jamaica swervin' |
Don’t call my phone unless it’s urgent, heard me |
Cold as February, we sauced up like Nandos |
Ho, the Peri Peri very necessary |
I’m swervin' early, 7:30 |
Movin' off adrenaline, damn did you sleep? |
(Barely) |
Crushin wit' my niggas to the boatloads, where we |
Seen a couple land hoes, seen a few fish niggas |
You ain’t got Talapia, really you a shrimp nigga |
I be in that water like a ship |
I just won another chip with them zilch niggas |
Zilchy, baby |
Fuck up the rule like I’m 50, baby (G-G-G) |
Jump on this stick and start shiftin', baby |
Tryna blow out yo' engine, baby (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) |
You look like you talk too much |
You front yo' move, you don’t do shit |
All that talk, you strugglin' bruh |
You strugglin', shit, we not stupid |
All that drip, you drown, you drip |
You drown, drip-drip, drow-drowned in it |
All that drip, you drown, drip-drip |
You drown, drip-drip-drip, drowned in it |
(I was told) Make money, don’t let the shit make you |
(That the code) Be yourself, they had better respect you |
(If they don’t) Bring it to they neck, tux see-through |
Blood suckas close, niggas swattin' mosquitos |
(I was told) Make money, don’t let the shit make you |
(This the code) Be yourself, they had better respect you |
(If they don’t) Bring it to they neck, tux see-through |
Blood suckas close, niggas swattin' mosquitos |
I told her hurry it up, she in the tub man (Hurr' up) |
The world filthy, want no scrubs |
Need the TLC, gimme the love |
We was chilly, chill, caught my left eye at the club |
Nowadays hoes asking, «Where my hug?» |
I’m like, «Uhh» |
«Oh my God Smino, Smi» |
Hey, how come every time I come out this muhfucka |
You in this muhfucka tryna show out in this muhfucka? |
I’m tryna catch my muhfuckin' groove out this ho, man, watch out |