Smooth Jazz by Kendo Xtendo Lyrics
Hook:
All white button up with that Iron tuck, no luck
Rolling up that sticky got me too stuck, benz truck
And we hopping out all in white tucks, no fucks
Niggas act like goose till they all duck…ight x2
Lyrics:
Niggas act like goose till they all quack big facts
Show up to his home to the welcome mat
Master splinter someone call pc we don’t fuck with rats not even Stewart Little, in the middle wit two bitches Malcolm Middle M&Ms but diamonds Skittles, getting the riddle?
She give me head I’m out of my mental…I’m out of my mental
I stay with that gas I’m pushing the medal I stay winning I need me a metal, I need me a trophy
She just stretch just like she Luffy I’m not a groupie
I only want blue cheese ain’t talking bout Nudy she tryna get Nudy, she tryna get nudity this shit ain’t new I need hundreds jewelry
Stop all that foolery ain’t nobody cool as me
She hooling drooling me, 140 in the DMV
Shouts out to my M.O.E
I can’t fuck wit you because you talking to C.O.P
We buss at them like P.A.C
My bitch is gorgeous
The phone is cordless
Pull up in rovers and Royce’s
Pick ya poison I pick up doses then I get higher than mosses
I don’t need no oxytocin but I do need serotonin pop percs like melatonin on a Tuesday like Makannoen
I love bad bitches but that money got me moaning
All these broke ass niggas that I keep avoiding
Pull up foreign tourin pourin I go to sleep with my mind on money
Then I wake up, it’s in my hand in the morning
Hook: All white button up with that Iron tuck, no luck
Rolling up that sticky got me too stuck, benz truck
And we hopping out all in white tucks, no fucks
Niggas act like goose till they all duck…ight x2
All white button up with that Iron tuck, no luck
Rolling up that sticky got me too stuck, benz truck
And we hopping out all in white tucks, no fucks
Niggas act like goose till they all duck…ight x2
Lyrics:
Niggas act like goose till they all quack big facts
Show up to his home to the welcome mat
Master splinter someone call pc we don’t fuck with rats not even Stewart Little, in the middle wit two bitches Malcolm Middle M&Ms but diamonds Skittles, getting the riddle?
She give me head I’m out of my mental…I’m out of my mental
I stay with that gas I’m pushing the medal I stay winning I need me a metal, I need me a trophy
She just stretch just like she Luffy I’m not a groupie
I only want blue cheese ain’t talking bout Nudy she tryna get Nudy, she tryna get nudity this shit ain’t new I need hundreds jewelry
Stop all that foolery ain’t nobody cool as me
She hooling drooling me, 140 in the DMV
Shouts out to my M.O.E
I can’t fuck wit you because you talking to C.O.P
We buss at them like P.A.C
My bitch is gorgeous
The phone is cordless
Pull up in rovers and Royce’s
Pick ya poison I pick up doses then I get higher than mosses
I don’t need no oxytocin but I do need serotonin pop percs like melatonin on a Tuesday like Makannoen
I love bad bitches but that money got me moaning
All these broke ass niggas that I keep avoiding
Pull up foreign tourin pourin I go to sleep with my mind on money
Then I wake up, it’s in my hand in the morning
Hook: All white button up with that Iron tuck, no luck
Rolling up that sticky got me too stuck, benz truck
And we hopping out all in white tucks, no fucks
Niggas act like goose till they all duck…ight x2