FENTY SEX

[Intro]

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