LOW DOWN DERRTY BLUES - Smino

Checked in a hotel tonight

A lil' 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 just 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 Di Vinci, I’m trying to paint ya face

Okay, I play, I play, shoot up yo shit like it’s GTA

I got spotlight, hot light, pointin' right on a mic

Hang 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 dirty blues

Dat be me

Dat be me (Low down dirty blues)

Dat be me

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 than 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 lil' ugly ass nigga don’t do no shit like that

Yeah, 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 tryna 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?

Every day 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