​thanksgivin

[Chorus: Smino]
Okay, uh-huh, let's get it
She love to get drunk, take off her feelin's
She love to get drunk, take off her feelin's
She love to get drunk, take off her feelin's
Da cook up, look like Thanksgiving
Da flour rolled up get fried count chicken
Phenomenal, bitch, greased up
Coconut oil, on her neck back legs thighs ass titties

[Verse 1: Smino]
Da briefcase stuffed up, skraight bidness today
I got pull up to MoTown wit a
New tape I’m ‘bouta boot up my hometown
Him-ulus package pussy got backspaced I deleted thе mattress
Tight like cuddling in a Cullinan
Shawty gave mе cunniling', couldn’t believe it (Couldn’t believe it)
Lil buss down call her my shuttle queen
Told me she do anything and I’mma need it (I’mma need it)
I had a thought I had a thought, another light bulb
Da reason it’s raw is cause I cook it wit my eye closed
Da Louis Vuitton, be my pajama dey my night clothes
Me n my breddas we stick togetha like a group home
Brand new parellis, I ride around lookin fa new hoes
She told me nail it, lucky for her I gotta hammer hammer
And when I bam her they heard the sound way out in Alabama
Nigga I’m talented, what

[Chorus: Smino]
Okay, uh-huh, let's get it
She love to get drunk, take off her feelin's
She love to get drunk, take off her feelin's
She love to get drunk, take off her feelin's
Da cook up, look like Thanksgiving
Da flour rolled up get fried count chicken
Phenomenal, bitch, greased up
Coconut oil, on her neck back legs thighs ass titties

[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes]
Now I’m taking over everything like that’s my calling (That’s my calling)
Wake up in pussy like beautiful Sunday mornings (Sunday mornings)
Now we swimming in the money, like a line of dolphins (Line of dolphins)
Prepare for the killing, please line up the coffins
Think we playing motherfucker (Uh-huh)
Y’all niggas really think shit funny? (Ah, shit funny?)
Pop you in yo shit brother (Ouh)
Y’all niggas better make room for the money (Ah, room for the money, ah)
Y’all already know when I pull up
I’m coming and I’m shaking the building or something
Y’all niggas'll pull up and y’all really be faking and fronting
Throw a hood up you ain’t from and get ya life taken for nothing
That’s something you should’ve thought about like replacing a button
And coming and pressing all you niggas in case you was stunting
And shutting up everything because all my niggas
We loving to fuck up your food because my niggas is greedy and glutton
Skip to my Lou while I hop diddy bop and I drop on you niggas (Drop on you niggas)
Fuck that flow, I be shitting while I take it to the top on these niggas (to the top on these niggas)
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah now you all sound alike little niggas (Alike little niggas)
But when I do it yes I finesse it a little now I got it on lock little niggas (On lock little niggas)
Bitch I give you new brand shit (New brand shit)
Tell me what the fuck you wan' do (What the fuck you wan' do)
I love to give you boom bap shit (Boom bap shit)
You ain’t know we do this too
You better get to fucking with the realest side
You against us if you ain’t with us nigga
I suggest you nigga better run and hide
Cause nothing else matter till we finish, nigga (Finish, nigga)

[Chorus: Smino]
Okay, uh-huh, let's get it
She love to get drunk, take off her feelin's
She love to get drunk, take off her feelin's
She love to get drunk, take off her feelin's
Da cook up, look like Thanksgiving
Da flour rolled up get fried count chicken
Phenomenal, bitch, greased up
Coconut oil, on her neck back legs thighs ass titties