Spitshine

Spitshine - Smino

Written by：Christopher Smith Jr./Ahmanti Booker

One two

One two three four

I pour the hen all the time

She say she rather do wine

I say it's grapes either way

Plus I heard about you through the grapevine yeah

I'm hardly ever alone

More lonely than ever before

I need a reason to coo

Plus I got this riesling on cool ice

Ydayadayadayadayada

Oh you know you the only one that got that spick and span

That clean me up I pick you up

I pick you gimme that spitshine

Okay I sprayed the cologne

Blew down some trees on the way

I heard you got that typhoon

Guess we quite alike

Keep you up all night

She took the ring off her hand

I took the ring off my phone

Jumped in the ring round two

Knocked my lights out fast

'Fore them headlights flash

Uh oh I gotta dash

I I I gotta grab a lot of cash

Before I mmm my bad you know ol' dude gon' fume

I hear the g g ga g gas

Woo my bad don't gag

Although it's cute that you choosin' me over breathin'

See you a week from this evening

We usually keep it so briefly

Reach for my briefs CPR

That mouth to mouth recessitation

Make it clap crowd participation

You know the play already like Madea in it

Each and every time that we up in it

No fatigue no weakness only strength

Yadayadayadayadayaaa

You know you the only one who got that spick and span

That clean me up I pick you up

I pick you gimme that spitshine

Later on I disappear I vamos scram o scram

Out the jam I'll hit ya hit ya hit ya

When I when I need that

Spitshine

And it could be a hunnit days

Fore you see me

I need that memory

Alopecia toss me the scalp bae

Pledge allegiance hands on ya chest

Right on ya desk that homework

That grown work

But lay on my knee

I brought you a gift bae

South pole I'm Santa Chris lady

Ice cold hope I don't forget ya name

Blame the smoke

Blaze like a chimney