🔥 “ASTRO CLUTCH” — Takeoff Type (Explicit)

shout out zero nem

shout out lil monte he a savage

shout out lil bari

shout out my boy Jamal aka Elton "L10Mixedit" Chueng for the mix

Shout out classick studios

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shop with bro over at www.hassanihamilton.com

RAW (Prod by Monte Booker)

Apple Music - http://smarturl.it/LemonPonGooseAM
Spotify - http://smarturl.it/LemonPonGooseSP 

Shout out da homie @SangoBeats
Shout out Miss @ThatsJeanDeaux

mixed by @L10mixedit (twitter)
Artwork by Victor Birrel


INTRO 
(SANGO)

Ayo smino, weh da gyaldem deh?

VERSE 1 

(SMINO)
Lima Bean Coupe 
Wit da hood skoop
Bulletproof ain't hoes in 
Only me & boo
Ooohh
Shawty lemme u lace up 
For u get da boot 
Beat like Timbaland
Now she bouta get all Magoo (my goo lol)
oooh
400 degrees 
In a hoodie 
Still 
Cooler den a penguins smokin doobs
Inna Swimmin pool
Love my energy 
Love my melodies 
I jus wanna make dat ass sing 
Like Whitney Houstn

(hook) 

Shawty order lemon pon goose 
And got loose 
She don't go back home 
her guy fu 
boo dis dat 05 juice 
That got chu 
Movin like you 
Tryna have my junior 

Verse 2

(SMINO)
I'm Feelin amazing 
I'm gettin aquatinted shawty 
Very fine 
I wanted to tell you 
That pussy amazin
But that won't make me wife 
It's zerø I'm gangin 
My niggaz they mob w/ me like 
Everytime 
Aoow
Yes everytime 
Zerø 
My confidant
It's a new day 
Pour the dusse 
Lil bodequa 
Love all dat rap shit 
She Guadalupe 
Little Smizer
Jus wanna pizza you 
Delivery 
A digorno
W/ a porno
Jus lemme know what cha drank on 
Hit cha tango to dis sango like
oooh

hook

Shawty order lemon pon goose 
And got loose 
She don't go back home 
her guy fu 
boo dis dat 05 juice 
That got chu 
Movin like you 
Tryna have my junior 

Verse 3 

(JEAN DEAUX)

now watch mi wine pon it 
feelin loose from the goose 
need the lime pon it 
i go tell the truth cuz it proof
 put di time pon on it
yu uh go thru the roof 
yu nuh miss the cue if yu wan sip di juice 
ah can go n roll a duce, put u on da out a road 
ha da ting lack, let me put u in control
tings a gwaan inna back
me go give u likkle act if you pickin up the slack 
world cold 
tell a gyal yuh salt 
mi ah go in beast mode  
if u rub me soft 
u gone haffi put in park
be da lighter and the spark
be the fire in di dark
be the speed for tire mark 
fear me fore u fear di shark
me ah go n steal ya heart

oh no 
what can mi say 
u know u live di walk
if i got a right a way

dey nuh need fa stalk
u can find minright away
i be on di floor even on da brightest day

bridge 

come see me (repeats)

hook

Shawty order lemon pon goose 
And got loose 
She don't go back home 
her guy fu 
boo dis dat 05 juice 
That got chu 
Movin like you 
Tryna have my junior 




Lemon Pon Goose

Lemon Pon Goose w/ Jean Deaux (Prod By Sango)

because we all kould use some good ass wings in times like these....

wings what you get when you decide to rise above ya situations...
how i felt the whole time writing this song...

really love yall mane. thank u for supporting thus far. 
and my best friend/bro mane monte..shit is really a pleasure kreating with u.

mixed by Elton "L10" Chueng at Classick Studios.

Bass by Matthew SKillz

Kajun Lyrics

hook

you are
one in 3 million 
greed killin me 
got a taste for u
like popeyes
krispy wings 
extra kajun
special cassion
drive thru
lemme serve you
serve u up
lift ya skrrrrt
swerve ya kurves
hit da herbs 
swwooooo
hmmm
its a virtue
find ya chill
on da real
drama kills 
tryna build 
ooh 

Verse 1

dollar bill uh
dollar bill
oohhh
thinking bout my tub mans  
tryna stack for 2022
still regretting wat cha u didn’t do 
plz don’t tell me what i shouldn’t do 
ooh 
its a youth world
dumb girls w/ smart phones
lame/skum bumb niggas gassed for what they got on
member when niggas got they respeck
for how day put on
and bitches aint like bein kalled bitches 
its different 
these days i feel like a electrician 
kuz chickens be licking all on da cord 
to be extensions 
main shockingly bad
electrocute really 
and if her friends wanna hop in da bed 
Da rubber glove wit me 

hook

you are
one in 3 million 
greed killin me 
got a taste for u
like popeyes
krispy wings 
extra kajun
special cassion
drive thru
lemme serve you
serve u up
lift ya skrrrrt
swerve ya kurves
hit da herbs 
swwooooo
hmmm
its a virtue
find ya chill
on da real
drama kills 
tryna build 
ooh 

Bridge (Jean Deaux)

There's no use for hesitation 
or for u to think twice,
when it comes to happiness 
you gotta do what you like (repeat)


i got no advice for u do what you like to do (repeat)



Kajun

Kajun (feat. Jean Deaux & Phoelix)

Pecans

Pecans (feat. Terrace Martin)

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Happy Birthday (feat. SZA & Isaiah Rashad)

Shame

First single from my album, Grown Ass Kid.
℗ Secret Door
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Credits:
Produced by Cam O'bi 
Additional production & arrangement by Dee Lilly
Recorded by Nick Breton @ Truth Studios; Don "Hullio" Outten & Elton Cheung @ Classick Studios
Mixed by Elton Cheung, Dee Lilly, Cam O'bi
Mastered by Bernie Grundman
Artwork by David Silverstein
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Lyrics
[Chorus]
How come I can't do what fuck I want do
How come, how come
Tryna get this skraight no damn hot comb through
How come, how come
Weavin' through the naps, dreams been on hold
since my cradle hit the flo
tender head, my denim skrong
Yea, yea, yea, yeaaaaaah

[Verse 1: Cam O'bi]
Remember when I was a kiddo
growin' up in the middle
windows lining my smile, silver teeth underneath my pillow
a nigga had a nappy head like a Brillo pad
sister said I need to do somethin' about them beedy-beed naps
snackin' on Andy Capp's with a pickle and a quarter water
walked in the barbershop asked me what I wanted 
I told that man I wanted to look like Superman,
but when he had the long hair
you know, kinda like Michael Jackson?
The damn barber just started laughin'.
I cried as he gave me that bald fade.
Afro puffs hit the flo', symbolic of shedding my innocense
I guess I thought they were magicians or alchemists
or mathematicians 
with algebraic calculus algorithms designed to cure me of my nappiness
like a perm burned off my happiness
I sat silently acquiescent
pitfalls of adolescence 
spitballs and scrabble sessions and tattle-tales
playing around in the hallway like one of Santa's elves
"You wanna goto jail?" 
"Hell naw, mister security!", got sent to the principal for my potty mouth 
talkin' bout some "give me your number so we can call the house" 
but gimme got shot, so the ink staining my record now
you pull a comb thru my afro that shit'll crackle like a bowl full of Rice Krispies
rollin' my innocence in a cigarillo like

[Chorus]
How come I can't do what fuck I want do
How come, how come
Tryna get this skraight no damn hot comb through
How come, how come
Weavin' through the naps, dreams been on hold
since my cradle hit the flo
tender head, my denim skrong
How come, how come
How come I can't say what fuck I want say
How come, how come
Tender braids, but I can't make my eyes rain
How come, how come
Yanked straight from my naps, dead on my comb
When my cradle hit the flo' 
Tender head, my genes on swole
Yea, yea, yea, yeaaaaaaah

[Verse 2: Smino]
I don't wanna sing the
Star-spangled banner, 'less it's produced by David Banner
elbows on the lunch table, eatin on a gravy sammich 
lil' nigga no table manna's
crazy it attracted shawty's 
on the back of the bus gettin' neck had a knack fuh noggin'
lil' nick at nighttime
googlin' booty, beauty illusions polluted and deep-rooted in my mind
my block was a rubix
anywhere you turned, the shit was hot around the clock 
and they could not ice cube it
damn
mama I don't like this school shit, 
fuck a logarithm, I'll log into the music
damn
daddy I don't like this school shit
I beat the desk until my knuckles bleed
all my teachers think I'm challenged mentally
but my mental skrong, know who I wanna be,
instantly began a surgery
bada-bing, voila!, made wings wit the words Hallelujah, yah bitch, yah!
all my blessings came when I accepted I'm not y'all
I been put it down the line like laundry
they told find something more concrete
now a lil' nigga breakin' concrete
praises to God I ain't no convict
they'll never take away my confidence

[Chorus]
How come I can't do what fuck I want do
How come, how come
Tryna get this skraight no damn hot comb through
How come, how come
Weavin' through the naps, dreams been on hold
since my cradle hit the flo
tender head, my denim skrong
How come, how come
How come I can't say what fuck I want say
How come, how come
Tender braids, but I can't make my eyes rain
How come, how come
Yanked straight from my naps, dead on my comb
When my cradle hit the flo' 
Tender head, my genes on swole
Yea, yea, yea, yeaaaaaaah

Grown Ass Kid

TenderHeaded ft. Smino

Tempo - 14 Taranphoeno Ft. Smino & Jean Deaux (Produced By Phoelix & Monte Booker)

"In the Comfort Of" out now!

Video below.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dbv1O3jV_Hk

In the Comfort Of

Sango — Khlorine (feat. Smino)

Noname, Smino, Saba are Ghetto Sage

"Häagen Dazs"
Produced by @prodxvzn
Cover art by @poorteffy

Twitter // http://twitter.com/GhettoSage
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Apple Music // https://music.apple.com/us/artist/ghetto-sage/1483697181

Häagen Dazs

Smino is an anomaly of sorts: a neo-soul rapper, a new-school vet and with just two studio albums under his belt he has undoubtedly earned the designation of a career artist. Since the release of his debut album blkswn (2017), he has continued to innovate unique sounds, flows and even vernacular - encouraging fans to "Smi-save" his latest single 90 Proof. Smino's distinctive Southern drawl can hypnotize listeners but behind it lies a potent pen game, where he weaves together romance with dashes of comedy, doused in realness. His latest album, Luv 4 Rent, boasts features from J.Cole, TDE’s new signee, Doechii and more but fans are most ready for Smino’s whimsical wordplay. Luv 4 Rent promises to reveal new depths from one of the coolest creatives in music.

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