LOW DOWN DERRTY BLUES Songtext
von Smino
LOW DOWN DERRTY BLUES Songtext
Checked in a hotel tonight
A li′l early gotta set it right
If I could, I'd settle down in yo cellulite
Fresh oil from Jamaica clean
No incense ′dem make me sneeze
Twist my wood, burn smell just like tangerine
I was jus in the Bay I got some shit
So loud it sound like a parade
I usually twist, mind my business
Not business, I really don't conversate
Hope you like masquerade Smino Da Vinci, I'm trynna paint ya face
Okay I play I play, shoot up yo shit up like its GTA
I got spotlight, hot light, pointin′ right on a mic
Hand you up on a dick, you the best ornament
Pussy tournament, undefeated bitch
Yep I′m proud of it, run around a bit
Hit the Dougie in the pussy like Rico
Ducked back, twist out two weeks old
Same pack QP on my p's and q′s
Thank God, could'a been on the evening news
The bass line so low down derrty blues
Dat be me
Dat be me
Dat be me (Low down derrty blues)
Dat be me when she in da Gucci
Lookin′ absolutely like a two piece dipped in lemon juice
They sour salty, ooh
Lookin' like we the shit, cleaner then vegan shit
Honey I′m buzzin', I be too lit
Don't mean to take nun′ away from you
That be me, diggin′ deep all in yo' dignity
That be me, liftin′ yo' energy
Liftin′ you up on the wall
Yeah, cool
That be the end, she can't bend
Tap a hand, tap a friend, comprehend
Red 30, 26, 36
Let′s call a audible
That be me, call my D
That be me, that be me
Overseas, blowin' G's
Knowin′ we sold out and just about to go recoup
That be me, love unconditionally
That be me making positions
That be me spreading the lick
So all the guys eat too
Bitch, guess what?
What girl?
That nigga done buy me them motherfuckin′ Riri
Stop lyin'
Yes, all the fuckin′ Fenti bitch
Man, my li'l ugly ass nigga don′t do no shit like that
Girl, that's cause your nigga ain′t shit
"Ladies and gentlemen (Ladies and gentlemen)
It's time for The Dice is Right"
See, baby, I see you working hard
And your nigga just dropped you off at work in your car
On his way to go apply for some job
Baby, I know you trynna unwind
And your kids just walked in on you with
That ass in the air for the fifth damn time
Oh they just kids, better go check on them
See? Everyday got the same old thing
You afraid this might be the end of your chain
Don't you get off track
I got something that could help you ′round the clock
Call 1-800 Grigio
A li′l early gotta set it right
If I could, I'd settle down in yo cellulite
Fresh oil from Jamaica clean
No incense ′dem make me sneeze
Twist my wood, burn smell just like tangerine
I was jus in the Bay I got some shit
So loud it sound like a parade
I usually twist, mind my business
Not business, I really don't conversate
Hope you like masquerade Smino Da Vinci, I'm trynna paint ya face
Okay I play I play, shoot up yo shit up like its GTA
I got spotlight, hot light, pointin′ right on a mic
Hand you up on a dick, you the best ornament
Pussy tournament, undefeated bitch
Yep I′m proud of it, run around a bit
Hit the Dougie in the pussy like Rico
Ducked back, twist out two weeks old
Same pack QP on my p's and q′s
Thank God, could'a been on the evening news
The bass line so low down derrty blues
Dat be me
Dat be me
Dat be me (Low down derrty blues)
Dat be me when she in da Gucci
Lookin′ absolutely like a two piece dipped in lemon juice
They sour salty, ooh
Lookin' like we the shit, cleaner then vegan shit
Honey I′m buzzin', I be too lit
Don't mean to take nun′ away from you
That be me, diggin′ deep all in yo' dignity
That be me, liftin′ yo' energy
Liftin′ you up on the wall
Yeah, cool
That be the end, she can't bend
Tap a hand, tap a friend, comprehend
Red 30, 26, 36
Let′s call a audible
That be me, call my D
That be me, that be me
Overseas, blowin' G's
Knowin′ we sold out and just about to go recoup
That be me, love unconditionally
That be me making positions
That be me spreading the lick
So all the guys eat too
Bitch, guess what?
What girl?
That nigga done buy me them motherfuckin′ Riri
Stop lyin'
Yes, all the fuckin′ Fenti bitch
Man, my li'l ugly ass nigga don′t do no shit like that
Girl, that's cause your nigga ain′t shit
"Ladies and gentlemen (Ladies and gentlemen)
It's time for The Dice is Right"
See, baby, I see you working hard
And your nigga just dropped you off at work in your car
On his way to go apply for some job
Baby, I know you trynna unwind
And your kids just walked in on you with
That ass in the air for the fifth damn time
Oh they just kids, better go check on them
See? Everyday got the same old thing
You afraid this might be the end of your chain
Don't you get off track
I got something that could help you ′round the clock
Call 1-800 Grigio
Writer(s): Ahmanti Booker, Christopher Smith Jr. Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
