Anita - Smino

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Embed: Green light, you better go (oh ah ow)
Go (oh ah ow)
"Ch-ch-ching!" How that money 'chine ring
When your feet be pavement to the gold (oh ah ow)
Gold, oh (oh ah ow, oh!)
Don't got no time for delay
Hopping around in a sack race
Bro keep that 'caine like Larenz Tate
He went overload on the Oberweis
Nigga at his lowest gave me word to wise
Told me none of this matter unless, family blessed
Watch all these niggas that beat on they chest
They flex through they stress
I guess
I been raw, It's genetic, it's my denim
I Ginuwine up on you, tryna fit up
Up in em, witcha acting innocent
Bet you're interested, stretch you like a limo
The memo, never switched or slowed the tempo
Zero gang with me every-where I go
I'm cool on, all the friendly shit
It's just business, straight across 12:30 o'clock, uh
1000 miles an hour on a spaceship, maybe we can go to space
(Now I ain't never been to Jupiter before but I- but I'll go witchu baby)
Got that mag'netic love, I can't pull out of yo Milky Way
I'm...in this bih like a implanon
I'm...breaded up like a empanada
She say "Smino I love you"
Nada girl de nada
You giving me Erykah vibes
Bah I do wanna tell you something
You make December feel summer, summer, summer


A-N-I-T-A
I N-E-E-D
H-E-R, my baby, baby, baby, baby
A-N-I-T-A
I N-E-E-D
H-E-R, my baby, baby, baby, baby,bae
A-N-I-T-A
I N-E-E-D
H-E-R, my baby, baby, baby, baby
A-N-I-T-A
I N-E-E-D
H-E-R, my bae, bae
....
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Anita Lyrics

Lemme cut on this
Anita ('nita!)
I need her (I need her!)
So flee don't flea from me
(Serving them looks cold as)
Ice cream
(Shoulders)
Chocolate (go)
GoDiva (go)
GoDiva (go)
GoDiva (go baby)


Turn up the vala-yume
This feel like hallelu-jah
Cue the choir too
I'm off the holy oil, fried like El Pollo
I got a chicken coop
Dip out, interior barbecue
I'm fly why she want the cockatoo
And that's on my bird like a beak my guy
Standing ovay how they greet my guys
Straight out the mud like a cleat no lie
Never had time for the teeter kind
On the fence like vines, wanna camouflage
Niggas hotel lobbying
Smelling like loud around republicans
Like why it ain't no niggas working? Obvious
Just hella hmm hmm, smiles and muttering
If you ain't blood to me you bothering
And if you ain't cuz to me you cluttering
And I been really tryna be mo' tolerant, mo' positive
Prolly need to switch up countries (But you know why I'm here)
I might go beast mode
Cop a couple seats out to Heathrow
Out in Shoreditch with the shit, ain't no shortage on the stick
Lil boo I know you gone


Lemme cut on this
Anita ('nita!)
I need her (I need her!)
So flee don't flea from me
(Serving them looks cold as)
Ice cream
(Shoulders)
Chocolate (go)
GoDiva (go)
GoDiva (go)
GoDiva (go baby)

"Bing!" How the spotlight beam on you
Green light, you better go (oh ah ow)
Go (oh ah ow)
"Ch-ch-ching!" How that money 'chine ring
When your feet be pavement to the gold (oh ah ow)
Gold, oh (oh ah ow, oh!)
Don't got no time for delay
Hopping around in a sack race
Bro keep that 'caine like Larenz Tate
He went overload on the Oberweis
Nigga at his lowest gave me word to wise
Told me none of this matter unless, family blessed
Watch all these niggas that beat on they chest
They flex through they stress
I guess
I been raw, It's genetic, it's my denim
I Ginuwine up on you, tryna fit up
Up in em, witcha acting innocent
Bet you're interested, stretch you like a limo
The memo, never switched or slowed the tempo
Zero gang with me every-where I go
I'm cool on, all the friendly shit
It's just business, straight across 12:30 o'clock, uh
1000 miles an hour on a spaceship, maybe we can go to space
(Now I ain't never been to Jupiter before but I- but I'll go witchu baby)
Got that mag'netic love, I can't pull out of yo Milky Way
I'm...in this bih like a implanon
I'm...breaded up like a empanada
She say "Smino I love you"
Nada girl de nada
You giving me Erykah vibes
Bah I do wanna tell you something
You make December feel summer, summer, summer


A-N-I-T-A
I N-E-E-D
H-E-R, my baby, baby, baby, baby
A-N-I-T-A
I N-E-E-D
H-E-R, my baby, baby, baby, baby,bae
A-N-I-T-A
I N-E-E-D
H-E-R, my baby, baby, baby, baby
A-N-I-T-A
I N-E-E-D
H-E-R, my bae, bae
....
Anita

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Chris Smith Jr (born October 2, 1991), better known by his stage name, Smino, is an American rapper from St. Louis, Missouri. Chris Smith Jr. He's from a musical family: his father plays keys, his mother sings, and his grandfather was a famous blues bassist. When he was seven, his father gave him a set of drums, which he played in his church’s band, and also began rapping. In St. Louis, Chris Smith was in a rap duo with his friend Bari Allen called "Young Dumb and Outta Control" (YROC), and released a self-titled mixtape. They started to gain popularity locally but had a hard time getting their music out into the world. Smino then released his first solo mixtape, SMEEZY DOT COMi], and moved back to Chicago. At Columbia College Chicago, he met engineer Chris "Classik" Inumerable, who became his closest friend and is now his managerHe later moved to Chicago, Illinois for college under the wing of his older cousin, singer Drea Smith. In 2015, he released two EPs: S!Ck S!Ck S!Ck and Blkjuptr.


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