Smooth

Ain't nobody smooth like me
I don't flash c-notes that's too high key
Keep it all down low, that's who I be
Levitating on the stage when I move my feet
Alright, look

Good God, didn't know that he could move, huh?
Been in my shell, popped out like Koopa
And she look good, body rockin' like Medusa
Calm like a Buddha
Still poppin' off like bazooka
Smooth like butter in a pan
Love it when she dance
Got me all stuck inside a trance
Hoping she don't have some other plans
Said you got a man?
Yeah
Damn

Smooth like ice and that's a fact
Michael Jackson nice with it, I'm moon walking
She got hoops with the ice and that's a bad chick
The matching jacket with it, you on ten, yeah

So smooth when you walked in
Slo-mo hair flip
Caught my eye from the jump, from the jump
Thigh high socks and them legs don't quit
Good God girl, go ahead and flaunt what you got
I know that you gotta leave
But I got just what you need, so please
Tell me what you want, what you want
Said that she was tired of the rap
So I came back new style, hit 'em with the funk, with the funk

(Mm) whoa
Five foot seven, so you know I gotta lay up
I ain't even trippin' look at Tom and Zendaya
Feeling real tall at the top on my way up
If you want a spot better pay up
Slick rhymes, I'ma keep it groovy
We could do it QuickTime, maybe shoot a movie
I don't ever switch sides, I be where the crew be
Hit 'em with a quick slide, like I do the Toosie

Said that you were seeing somebody think you should dead it (mm-mm)
Yeah, I'm sorry I thought it and went it said it (mm-mm)
If I didn't then I probably would regret it and I meant it
Think you got it good, I promise it get better 'cause I told you I'm

Smooth like ice and that's a fact
Michael Jackson nice with it, I'm moon walking
She got hoops with the ice and that's a bad chick
The matching jacket with it, you on ten, yeah

So smooth when you walked in
Slo-mo hair flip
Caught my eye from the jump, from the jump
Thigh high socks and them legs don't quit
Good God girl, go ahead and flaunt what you got
I know that you gotta leave
But I got just what you need, so please
Tell me what you want, what you want
Said that she was tired of the rap
So I came back new style, hit 'em with the funk



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Writer(s): Connor Price, Kirk Cyr, Blaise Sison, Christian Sagum
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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