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smino - menu lyrics

[intro]
might need to hit that remy one time one time one time, whoo!

[verse 1]
smino papi, i love your posse
you got them jingles like some car keys
its zero party
a lil kickback just a few bodies
some cute lil mommies
who swear they only got four bodies
i’m dead, i’m carc-ss
don’t make it awkward, whatcha talkin?
smoke like this often
need to check my engine, light up f-ck it
like where we f-cking?
jump in the p-ssy, airborne no bungee
no type of ‘tection
this drunk erection could be deadly
might pull a hammy
no string attachments don’t group text me
text me them br–stses
that recipe might be my medicine
doing better than i ever been
getting medals, p-ssy n-ggas still meddling
she dutty wine-wine
smino grigio
easy though i don’t be drinking like that
move on my time oh time time
you give and you give you just don’t get it back

[bridge]
i been over never being sober, that sh-t getting old
every kickback, same lil b-tch that i just seen a week ago
wonder why you never see me, only see me at my show
suck me sayonara, sing a sonnet girl, gotta go

[pre-chorus]
slam dunking in the p-ssy (ohhhhhh)
slam dunking in the drawers
phone off don’t interrupt me (ohhhhhh)
i’m gon’ swim until tomorrow
thumbs soggy from the waters (ohhhhhh)
lil parched i need some agua
mouth on the faucet ain’t no cups
only thing on the menu is me-n-u

[chorus]
been a minute since i seen you seen you
lemme know when you can swing through
pick a lil venue
only thing on the menu is me-n-u
yeah yeah, me-n-u, me-n-u (oooooh)
me-n-u, me-n-u
yeah yeah, me-n-u, me-n-u (oooooh)
me-n-u, me-n-u

[post-chorus]
whats on the menu? me-n-u
f-ck all them opinions, them peons too
been a long time, alone time
i long for you, wish he would
roll a wood, pack a bong for you

[verse 2]
lil momma put on that lip balm, then toss me that improv
come straight off the top make it clap
when you walk in the room like a sitcom
i be cooling it real calm
been makin some noise like the kids gone
my poise so proper my p’s and q’s
keep some p-ssy a quarter at least to cool
you never no never gon’ ever ever get it this real
with this feel, kinda a big deal
yo b-tch on my pickle
juice in my jar keep my d-ck and my name in her jaw
i’m a beast i’m an orangutan in this b-tch
i don’t hang with no friends
i just gang with the clique, like adam sandler
straight drop with the jolly rancher
leanin’ on you!
i’m forever last minute packin’
tryna get to where ya at
get caught in traffic, tragic ooh
(leanin’ on you!)

[post-chorus]
whats on the menu? me-n-u
f-ck all them opinions, them peons too
been a long time, alone time
i long for you, wish he would
roll a wood, pack a bong for you

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