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See, baby
You ain't gotta hide
I seen who you are
You beautiful
I love you

Chorus: Smino
Sh-sh-she taste like some papaya, oh Baby
Fruits of my labor getting riper, oh
Backwoods and white tees on my rider
Friday night headliner from Chicago to China, oh
Now let me find out you a pyro, oh
You blunt as fuck, you playin’ with fire-oh, oh
Light that ass up like some sativa
Girl, assume the procedure
Lower regions my leisure

Verse 1: Smino
Let me give you this gyro
Hold on, look up my flight code
Snap me that in the airport
Almost ran in a light pole
Say she never been to Disneyland
Fuck her in the air 'til she dizzy, damn
I don't really be with that goofy shit
All on the Tweety, tryna post a pic
Stroke so dope, got motion sick
We in theaters, a motion pic
Musketeers, new booty whip, coupe and shit
This could be me and you
She love how I move the whole venue
I’m in the throat like halls, Arsenio
I'm supposed to be home soon
But that yeah-yeah so mhm

Chorus: Smino
Sh-sh-she taste like some papaya, oh
Fruits of my labor getting riper, oh
Backwoods and white tees on my rider
Friday night headliner from Chicago to China, oh
Now let me find out you a pyro, oh
You blunt as fuck, you playin' with fire, though
Light that ass up like some sativa
Girl, assume the procedure
Lower regions my leisure

Bridge: Smino
Leisure, leisure, leisure
Whoa, baby, whoa, baby
Whoa, baby
Whoa, baby
Leisure, leisure, leisure
Whoa, baby, whoa, baby
Whoa, baby
Whoa, baby

Verse 2: Dreezy
See, baby, I ain't hiding
I was crazy when you met me
It's just that I love the D
I mean, I love you, baby
He know I ain't doing no back and forth Hah
Laid up on 'em like we on the court Hold up
Sex game had me going hoarse
Dick so good, gotta ask for more
Woods and a fifth while we on the porch
UK only time I pass a port
And he knew what it was when he signed up
Been breakin' hearts like plastic forks
Put me up in yo’ schedule Schedule
Told him come meet ’round 7 7
Ain't rocking nothing but your sweater
I heard it might rain, you should bring a umbrella ’Brella
That yelling shit just get me wetter Wetter
Make up sex, Fenty the preference Preference
Throwin' up his and her bezels
No limit on him or the debit
That nigga'll buy me the world if I let him
He know I'ma get the shit bussin’, no fee-fee Ridin'
Told him I'm ridin', Kiki Love me
Drippin' designer, CC, GG
A savage like Riri Do you love me
Body look glittered in gold Gold
That money like me, it won't fold
Ass like a cinnamon roll, head and pussy game cold

Chorus: Smino
Sh-sh-she taste like some papaya, oh
Fruits of my labor getting riper, oh
Backwoods and white tees on my rider
Friday night headliner from Chicago to China, oh
Now let me find out you a pyro, oh
You blunt as fuck, you playin' with fire, though
Light that ass up like some sativa
Girl, assume the procedure
Lower regions my leisure

Outro: Smino
Leisure, leisure, leisure
Whoa, baby, whoa, baby
Whoa, baby
Whoa, baby
Leisure, leisure, leisure
Whoa, baby, whoa, baby
Whoa, baby
Whoa, baby
Leisure, leisure, leisure
Whoa, baby, whoa, baby
Whoa, baby
Whoa, baby
Leisure, leisure, leisure
Whoa, baby, whoa, baby
Whoa, baby
Whoa, baby