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krept & konan - smooth lovin lyrics

[intro: popcaan]
woii yoii
mhmm+mmm
smooth lovin’
baby, don’t you want some cool runnings?
whine up ‘pon me baby

[chorus: popcaan]
smooth lovin’
baby, don’t you want some cool runnings?
whine up ‘pon me baby
smooth lovin’
baby, don’t you want some cool runnings?
whine up ‘pon me baby (saucerer)

[verse 1: konan]
snus in her mouth, can’t talk straight
no chase in my cup, can’t walk straight
bae thinks i’ma a cheat ’til i bring out the meat
don’t worry, i’m a salt bae
stop tell lie, you ain’t camera shy
got that kind of bum i wanna stand behind
factual
even when you’re freshed face, natural
you still look cute with them panda eyes
you want time, i got plenty watches
that slow whine nearly sent me doctor’s
with a body like that, you get plenty offers
but i know you wanna see me in these fenty boxers
attitude, i don’t know where she got it from (nasty)
backshot, do it with your bonnet on (behave)
no room for fake or phony
pretty girls and good vibes only
[chorus: popcaan]
smooth lovin’
baby, don’t you want some cool runnings?
whine up ‘pon me baby
smooth lovin’
baby, don’t you want some cool runnings?
whine up ‘pon me baby (yeah, tally)

[verse 2: krept]
with a buff gyal that i can’t name (sweet one)
amiri’s or the balmain (sauce)
caribbean gyal call me plantain (what else)
african gyal call me plantain (trust)
i’m a yardman fi true you know
naiji ting wan’ teach man yoruba (that way)
what a sweet individual
you see the whine, it was spiritual (yeah, yeah)
cut off all the badmind friends
couple of my g’s that i got ’til the end
ap had a passa, copped him a skeng
if she my ting, get the key to the benz
yeah, come dance with the real g’s
we getting money so them n+ggas don’t feel me (joke)
why they go hate, but they still pree? (why?)
we celebrate all my n+ggas not guilty
[chorus: popcaan]
smooth lovin’
baby, don’t you want some cool runnings?
whine up ‘pon me baby
smooth lovin’
baby, don’t you want some cool runnings?
whine up ‘pon me baby (yeah)

[verse 3: popcaan]
sun tan ‘pon your body ‘pon the island baby
tequila a make you a whine all day
gyal see me and krept and a feel h+rny
konan a tell them fi play dirty
gyal, your waistline moving wild
haffi send mini fi go read her file
tell her in a minute we a meet outside
yeah, me wan’ fi carry her home
girl me cannot wait fi get you all alone, yeah
andrae make you climax
make your panty fly ‘way like pilot
as me fly out, me a fly black
me a keep you safer than child lock

[chorus: popcaan]
smooth lovin’
baby, don’t you want some cool runnings?
whine up ‘pon me baby
smooth lovin’
baby, don’t you want some cool runnings?
whine up ‘pon me baby

- krept konan lyrics

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