Smino – FENTY SEX lyrics

[Intro]
See baby
You ain't gotta hide
I know what you are
You beautiful
I love you

[Hook]
Sh-sh-she taste like some papaya, (baby) oh
Fruits of my labor getting riper, oh
Backwoods and YTs on my radar
Friday night headliner from Chicago to China, oh
Now let me find out you a pyro, oh
You blunt as fuck, you playing with fire now, oh
Light that ass up like some sativa
Girl assume the positer
Lower reach is my leisure

[Verse 1]
Let me give you this gyro
Hold on look up my flight codes
Snap meet me in the airport
Almost ran into light pole
Say she never been to Disneyland
Fuck her in the air 'til she dizzy, damn
I 'on really be with that goofy shit
All on ya twitter tryna post a pic
Stroke so dope got motion sick
We in third it's a motion pic
Musketeers new booty whip, hoopin' shit
It could be me and you
She love how [?]
I'm in the throat like Halls, Arsenio
I'm supposed to be home soon, but the [?] is so mhm

[Hook]
Sh-sh-she taste like some papaya, (baby) oh
Fruits of my labor getting riper, oh
Backwoods and YTs on my radar
Friday night headliner from Chicago to China, oh
Now let me find out you a pyro, oh
You blunt as fuck, you playing with fire now, oh
Light that ass up like some sativa
Girl assume the positer
Lower reach is my leisure

[Melodic vocal interlude]

[Verse 2]
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
You know I ain't doing no back and forth (nah)
Laid up on him like we on the court (hold up)
Sex game had me going hoarse
Dick so good gotta ask for more
Woods and a fifth when we on the porch
You K only time I pass a port
And he knew what it was when he signed up
Been breaking hearts like plastic forks
Put me up in your schedule
Told him come meet around 7
Ain't rocking nothing but your sweater
I heard it might rain you should bring an umbrella
That yelling shit just get me wetter
Making sex fit to the preference
Throwing up his and her best
No limit on him or the debit
That nigga'll buy me the world if I let him
He know Imma get the shit bussin on Fefe
Told him I ride, Kiki (love me)
Dripping designer, CC, GG, and 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

[Hook]
Sh-sh-she taste like some papaya, (baby) oh
Fruits of my labor getting riper, oh
Backwoods and YTs on my radar
Friday night headliner from Chicago to China, oh
Now let me find out you a pyro, oh
You blunt as fuck, you playing with fire now, oh
Light that ass up like some sativa
Girl assume the positer
Lower reach is my leisure