Smino – Sorbet

[Intro: Akenya on voicemail:]
Happy birthday dear Lil Chris
Happy birthday to you, yeah

[Hook]
Shawty you taste like sorbet
Beat it til’ it’s sore, bae
Ooh, told ’em we can soar bae
Told em we can soar to the moon
Shawty you taste like sorbet
Beat it til’ it’s sore bae (ooh)
Told em’ we can soar bae
Told em’ we can soar!

[Verse 1]
It ain’t no, pretty park
Really dark, city spark
Really that’s where I come from, huh
Avenue, boulevard, interstate, kill ’em all
Anytime the dam fall ‘part, huh
Yellow bitch look like art, huh
Yellow on the rims, that’s Bart, huh
Yell across the street
Tell the bros "come eat"
That’s a dream, don’t seem, thus far, huh
We don’t stand for no Star Spangled Banner (nah, nah)
This a lil’ flip in the seat like a bag of davis
No fatigue on my banner (on God)
I said, listen lil’ flip
I live like a pimp, I got gentleman manners
You said, you a lil’ freak, tryna see the prescription
Gon’ be a few glasses
This kid, 314, St. Lou
Figaro, Sango, Smirnoff
She let me hold it, no piano
Like she in a bodega, but the [?] long
Pull up for thirty, I’m all alone
Lookin for lil’ lady marmalade
Killed the pussy in the Home, uh oh
(Ohh, that’s a homicide)

[Hook]
Shawty you taste like sorbet
Beat it til’ it’s sore, bae
Ooh, told em we can soar bae
Told em we can soar to the moon
Shawty you taste like sorbet
Beat it til’ it’s sore bae, (ooh)
Told em’ we can soar bae
Told em’ we can soar!

[Bridge]
Mama told me say my thanks and please
Sorbet baby, babe gimme that brain freeze (ooh)
Mama told me say my thanks and please
Sorbet baby, babe gimme that brain freeze (ooh)
Brain, freeze
She don’t, screamo
I made her scream like
But she don’t, screamo
I made her scream like

[Verse 2]
I walked in, clean like
It my, birthday
Walked in, clean like
Issa church day
Carpe diem, dior
Denim tortilla sneakers
Quesadilla had to get my cheese up
Walked in clean up it my birthday
Walked in clean like it’s a church day
Carpe diem, Dior denim, tortilla sneakers
Quesadilla, had to get my cheese up

[Verse 3]
Shawty she scream like a pom-pom team
We roll around like a Fronto leaf
We rock n’ roll like a Bon Jovi
All of these bitches what God show me
Shawty she scream like a pom-pom team
We roll around like a Fronto leaf, leaf, leaf
We rock n’ roll like a Bon Jovi
All of these bitches what God show me

[Verse 4]
It’s a beautiful day, it’s a beautiful morning
Been Hakuna Matatin’
I been twistin’, I’m twisting the loudy
She twistin’ them hips, her body my hobby
I fucked her vertical, she got all squirtitcle
Then she, act like, she never heard of you
That [?]

[Hook]
Shawty you taste like sorbet
Beat it til’ it’s sore, bae
Ooh, told em we can soar bae
Told em we can soar to the moon
Shawty you taste like sorbet
Beat it til’ it’s sore bae, (ooh)
Told em’ we can soar bae
Told em’ we can soar!

[Outro]
Mama told me say my thanks and please
Sorbet baby, babe gimme that brain freeze (ooh)
Mama told me say my thanks and please
Sorbet baby, babe gimme that brain freeze (ooh)
Brain, freeze
She don’t, screamo
I made her scream like (she a lil’ squirter)
But she don’t, screamo
I made her scream like (yeah, she was screamin’)

Two-9 – Nick Cannon

[Hook: Key!]
Bring your hoes tonight
I’ll bring my bros tonight
Let’s go all out
Let’s just wild out
Bring your hoes tonight
I’ll bring my bros tonight
Let’s go all out
Let’s just wild out
I got plenty drugs, plenty liquor
I’m talking ‘bout bad bitches licking
If they had a problem please don’t bring ‘em
I’m talkin’ ‘bout chokes, hey, drink ‘em

[Verse 1: Key!]
Please forget your ex, I got plenty ace, ace, ace
Pop a percocet, watch it do the rest, rest, rest
You can have her heart, I just want her neck, neck, neck
You can have her heart, I just, aye
See how far you go, we should party more
Let’s have a good time, then it’s adios
When I’m Bon Jovi, blink one eighty
In my left pocket, man that’s 10K
Right pocket sloppy, you must behappy to see me
That’s that pocket rocket, niggas pocket watching
I’m just tryna have a good time
If you try me then it’s your time

[Hook: Key!]
Bring your hoes tonight
I’ll bring my bros tonight
Let’s go all out
Let’s just wild out
Bring your hoes tonight
I’ll bring my bros tonight
Let’s go all out
Let’s just wild out
I got plenty drugs, plenty liquor
I’m talking ‘bout bad bitches licking
If they had a problem please don’t bring ‘em
I’m talkin’ ‘bout chokes, hey, drink ‘em

[Verse 2: Cartier Dave]
I’m in Cartier, cup full of liquor
Partying been loud, got a lot of niggas
Fuck a locker lover, I ain’t going steady
Text me when you leave, call me when you ready
You know how I was when you first met me
Panties to the side, had you wet like dressings
Watch a nigga glide like Wayne Gretsky
You know how I was way before you met me
Well tell that lame nigga don’t he ever test me
I’m with Mac11, it can get messy
It can get messy
Like we in Barcelona, it can get Messi

[Hook: Key!]
Bring your hoes tonight
I’ll bring my bros tonight
Let’s go all out
Let’s just wild out
Bring your hoes tonight
I’ll bring my bros tonight
Let’s go all out
Let’s just wild out
I got plenty drugs, plenty liquor
I’m talking ‘bout bad bitches licking
If they had a problem please don’t bring ‘em
I’m talkin’ ‘bout chokes, hey, drink ‘em

[Verse 3: Jace]
Baby bring your hoes, Imma bring my bros
Please don’t bring no woes, we don’t need none of those
I like my bitch in heels, I like open toes
I just bought an eight ball, girl let’s overdose
Fuck me in the backroom, then back to the function
Take a shot and smoke a blunt and act like we did nothing
If you got home girls, put one on my cousin
We in our own world, we ain’t worried ‘bout nothing
Act and molly, aye
At the party, aye
A four in Gatorade
Fuck what the haters say
Bring them bands out
Like a damn parade
Fuck her once and then I pass that hoe to Cartier

[Hook: Key!]
Bring your hoes tonight
I’ll bring my bros tonight
Let’s go all out
Let’s just wild out
Bring your hoes tonight
I’ll bring my bros tonight
Let’s go all out
Let’s just wild out
I got plenty drugs, plenty liquor
I’m talking ‘bout bad bitches licking
If they had a problem please don’t bring ‘em
I’m talkin’ ‘bout chokes, hey, drink ‘em