Smino – Matinee Lyrics

Smino Matinee Lyrics

Ooh, I been drinkin’ all night
Drop it in ya jaw, right now
Pop yo’ ****, it’s all right
Poppin’ out like smoke
Droppin’ off yo’ ****
At your crib later on
At your crib later on

I been drinkin’ all night
And I’m smokin’ all right
St. Louis to Shanghai
St. Lucia, can’t lose, we loose, we Goose’d up, baby

My baby do it like she tryna pay her rent
(Ooh-woo, ooh-ooh-woo)
East L.A., live in the Wood, I feel like Clint
(Ooh-woo, ooh-ooh-woo)

Aye, I know the whole world just a matinee
But pull down your mask, hit this gas wit’ me
Yeah, huh, hold it
Puff that stuff, now hold it
Got twenty chickens on the phone, I feel like Tony
I wanna take you to the crib, I wanna own it
I wanna hone it, I wanna ****, damn
Man, somebody tell her, I’ma grown man

I romanced her, I enhanced her
Diamonds dance in the Tesla-R
Electric slide, get it?
I don’t text her, let it fester (It’s the truth)
I don’t stress her, I just stretch her (Like I do)
I’ma wrestler, Broccoli Lesnar
And he clever, call me Trevor
If it’s cold, I Moncler her, make no error
I’m the gold, I’m the treasure
I’ma rare bird, oh

I been drinkin’ all night (I been drinkin’)
And I’m smokin’ all right (Got me thinkin’)
St. Louis to Shanghai
St. Lucia, can’t lose, we loose, we Goose’d up, baby

My baby do it like she tryna pay her rent
(My baby do it like she tryna pay)
East L.A. up in the woods I feel like Clinton
(Ooh-woo, ooh-ooh-woo)

Divas, digits, and dollars, prolly won’t ever change
If I do, I put it in cup, like, “Glad you came”
Mike Jones, we tippin,’ baby, you think I’m playin’
**** me, pay your tuition, thank me at graduation
I really can’t **** up on the mission
Time cruise by, gotta get **** now
Straight to the biscuit, soon as, I wake up and I
I’m so fly I flew
I’m so high, I’m who?
Light on my feet like a moth, I’ma ****

St. Louis gotta show me wassup (Ah yeah)
I heard Chicago got the **** sewed up (Ah yeah)
I heard Atlanta got some big ol’ butts (Ah yeah)
Louisiana got some big ol’ butts (Ah yeah)
Houston, Texas at the Turkey Leg Hut (Turkey leg)
Dallas, Texas meet me at the bazzar (Right over there, uh)
I like L.A., they let me smoke at the bar (Ah yeah)
D.C. wit’ a lil’ chocolate bar (Ah yeah)

St. Louis gotta show me wassup'(Ah yeah)
I heard Chicago got the **** sewed up (Ah yeah)
I heard Atlanta got some big ol’ butts (Ah yeah)
Louisiana got some big ol’ butts (Ah yeah)
Houston, Texas at the Turkey Leg Hut (Turkey leg)
Dallas, Texas meet me at the bazzar (Right over there, uh)
I like L.A., they let me smoke at the bar (Ah yeah)
D.C. wit’ a lil’ chocolate bar (Ah yeah)

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  • Written by: Charles B. Wimberly, Christopher Smith Jr., Kalon Berry
  • Album: Luv 4 Rent
  • Released: 2022