Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Spitshine, artist - Smino. Album song blkswn, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 13.03.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Zero Fatigue
Song language: English
Spitshine |
One, two |
One two three four! |
I pour the Hen all the time |
She say she rather do wine |
I say it’s grapes either way |
Plus I heard about you through the grapevine, yeah |
I’m hardly ever alone |
More lonely than ever before |
I need a reason to coo |
Plus I got this Riesling on cool, ice |
Ydayadayadayadayada |
(Oh) You know you the only one that got that spick and span |
That clean me up, I pick you up |
I pick you, gimme that spitshine |
Okay, I sprayed the cologne |
Blew down some trees on the way |
I heard you got that typhoon |
Guess we quite alike |
Keep you up all night |
She took the ring off her hand |
I took the ring off my phone |
Jumped in the ring, round two |
Knocked my lights out fast |
'Fore them headlights flash |
Uh oh, I gotta dash |
I, I, I gotta grab a lot of cash |
Before I mmm my bad you know ol' dude gon' fume |
I hear the g-g-ga-g-gas |
Woo, my bad, don’t gag |
Although it’s cute that you choosin' me over breathin' |
See you a week from this evening |
We usually keep it so briefly |
Reach for my briefs, CPR |
That mouth to mouth recessitation |
Make it clap, crowd participation |
You know the play already like Madea in it |
Each and every time that we up in it |
No fatigue, no weakness, only strength |
Yadayadayadayadayaaa |
You know you the only one who got that spick and span |
That clean me up, I pick you up |
I pick you, gimme that spitshine |
Later on I disappear, I vamos, scram o scram |
Out the jam, I’ll hit ya, hit ya, hit ya |
When I when I need that |
Spitshine |
And it could be a hunnit days |
'Fore you see me |
I need that memory |
Alopecia, toss me the scalp, bae |
Pledge allegiance, hands on ya chest |
Right on ya desk, that homework |
That grown work |
But lay on my knee |
I brought you a gift, bae |
South Pole, I’m Santa Chris lady |
Ice cold, hope I don’t forget ya name |
Blame the smoke |
Blaze like a chimney |