goodscents (feat. Vitamin Cea & Dré Dys)

Shout out to the femses
With oils and the incense
She working with the tables
She be doing witch shit
Baby daddy treat her good
But he be doing bitch shit
Always seem to have his mind
In all the womens business
All a nigga gotta do is
Work the stove whipping
And grab onto that ass
When she walking through the kitchen
Hit a inshallah
Fellas can I get a witness?
Say she like me back
Because I pay attention
To every little detail
And every little inkling
And every little thing that
Have her spraying like a inkjet
Take me to them places
That I ain't never been yet
Tell me if its too much
Tell me if you with it

But she ain't innocent
And she don't even try to hide
Behind the incense
Please spare a scent
Please spare a whiff miss
Take him to the Good Scents Club
Let him in sis

But she ain't innocent
And she don't even try to hide
Behind the incense
Please spare a scent
Please spare a whiff miss
Take him to the Good Scents Club
Let him in sis

I done took an intermission
Moving off my intuition
That's my sixth sense
Piece it up like stitches
Scents hits no misses
Mister wanna make me Missus
While I'm slick linking with Miss
This written, it's not scripted
Verses sacred and they all scriptures
I got a million words, a billion stories
I'm a picture
Scars on my skin, digital megapixels
I'ma always keep a sacred crystal
Lil mama smell like dank and fresh daffodils
My nigga like heavy metal
So of course he's gonna pack the steel
Jasmine and tea tree
Summertime peach tea
Mocha my aroma and
My aura be heavenly

But she ain't innocent
And she don't even try to hide
Behind the incense
Please spare a scent
Please spare a whiff miss
Take him to the Good Scents Club
Let him in sis

But she ain't innocent
And she don't even try to hide
Behind the incense
West side AI, baby uh
Please spare a scent
Please spare a whiff miss
Take him to the Good Scents Club
Let him in sis
Look

Pardon misses, you been on my wishlist
Tell me what that scent is
Its pleasing to the senses
Now if you wanna ditch this
Spot, we can kick it
Fill the room with smoke
With the dope, and the incense
Young Dré Dys, I'm known to keep it pimpin
But baby ya aroma really got a brotha smitten
Pillowcase sniffin, whenever ya gone
Its smelling like hair products that be up in ya dome
Heavenly aroma, words can't explain the way the kid want ya
Wide open, you got me floating, so baby won't ya
Take me where all the cool kids go
The type of place where you can
Smell the fumes at the door
Good Scents Club, come and get a whiff of
The heavy weight brotha
With the flow making big bucks
I'm not innocent, but she into it
She diggin the charm
Moving cool I'm through the spot
With a dime on my arm, you dig me?

But she ain't innocent
And she don't even try to hide
Behind the incense
Please spare a scent
Please spare a whiff miss
Take him to the Good Scents Club
Let him in sis

But she ain't innocent
And she don't even try to hide
Behind the incense
Please spare a scent
Please spare a whiff miss
Take him to the Good Scents Club
Let him in sis



Credits
Writer(s): Amani Barnes
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