Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Anita , by - Smino. Release date: 26.10.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Anita |
| So flee don’t flee from me |
| (Serving them looks cold as) |
| Ice cream |
| (Show that) |
| Chocolate (go) |
| GoDiva (go) |
| GoDiva (go) |
| GoDiva (go baby) |
| Turn up the vala-yume |
| This feel like hallelu-jah |
| Cue the choir too |
| I’m off the holy oil, fried like El Pollo |
| I got a chicken coop |
| Dip out, interior barbecue |
| I’m fly why she want the cockatoo |
| And that’s on my bird like a beak my guy |
| Standing ovay how they greet my guys |
| Straight out the mud like a cleat no lie |
| Never had time for the teeter kind |
| On the fence like vines, wanna camouflage |
| Niggas hotel lobbying |
| Smelling like loud around republicans |
| Like why it ain’t no niggas working? |
| Obvious |
| Just hella hmm hmm, smiles and muttering |
| If you ain’t blood to me you bothering |
| And if you ain’t cuz to me you cluttering |
| And I been really tryna be mo' tolerant, mo' positive |
| Prolly need to switch up countries (But you know why I’m here) |
| I might go beast mode |
| Cop a couple seats out to Heathrow |
| Out in Shoreditch with the shit, ain’t no shortage on the stick |
| Lil boo I know you gone |
| Lemme cut on this |
| Anita ('nita!) |
| I need her (I need her!) |
| So flee don’t flee from me |
| (Serving them looks cold as) |
| Ice cream |
| (Show that) |
| Chocolate (go) |
| GoDiva (go) |
| GoDiva (go) |
| GoDiva (go baby) |
| «Bing!» |
| How the spotlight beam on you |
| Green light, you better go (oh ah ow) |
| Go (oh ah ow) |
| «Ch-ch-ching!» |
| How that money 'chine ring |
| When your feet be pavement to the gold (oh ah ow) |
| Gold, oh (oh ah ow, oh!) |
| Don’t got no time for delay |
| Hopping around in a sack race |
| Bro keep that 'caine like Larenz Tate |
| He went overload on the Oberweis |
| Nigga at his lowest gave me word to wise |
| Told me none of this matter unless, family blessed |
| Watch all these niggas that beat on they chest |
| They flex through they stress |
| I guess |
| I been raw, It’s genetic, it’s my denim |
| I Ginuwine up on you, tryna fit up |
| Up in em, witcha acting innocent |
| Bet you’re interested, stretch you like a limo |
| The memo, never switched or slowed the tempo |
| Zero gang with me every-where I go |
| I’m cool on, all the friendly shit |
| It’s just business, straight across 12:30 o’clock, uh |
| 1000 miles an hour on a spaceship, maybe we can go to space |
| (Now I ain’t never been to Jupiter before but I- but I’ll go witchu baby) |
| Got that mag’netic love, I can’t pull out of yo Milky Way |
| I’m…in this bih like a implanon |
| I’m…breaded up like a empanada |
| She say «Smino I love you» |
| Nada girl de nada |
| You giving me Erykah vibes |
| Bah I do wanna tell you something |
| You make December feel summer, summer, summer |
| I N-E-E-D |
| H-E-R, my baby, baby, baby, baby |
| I N-E-E-D |
| H-E-R, my baby, baby, baby, baby, bae |
| I N-E-E-D |
| H-E-R, my baby, baby, baby, baby |
| I N-E-E-D |
| H-E-R, my bae, bae |
| Anita |