Smino – Sorbet

All of these bitches what God show me
Shawty you taste like sorbet
Issa church day
Happy birthday dear Lil Chris
Figaro, Sango, Smirnoff
[Verse 3]
Carpe diem, Dior denim, tortilla sneakers
[Hook]
Tell the bros "come eat"
Then she, act like, she never heard of you
Happy birthday to you, yeah
Told em’ we can soar bae
Shawty you taste like sorbet
I made her scream like (yeah, she was screamin’)
[Bridge]
Killed the pussy in the Home, uh oh
We roll around like a Fronto leaf
Walked in clean up it my birthday
Yellow bitch look like art, huh
Brain, freeze
Beat it til’ it’s sore, bae
[Verse 2]

Sorbet baby, babe gimme that brain freeze (ooh)
Avenue, boulevard, interstate, kill ’em all
That [?]
Ooh, told em we can soar bae
Told em we can soar to the moon
Ooh, told ’em we can soar bae
Shawty you taste like sorbet
Shawty you taste like sorbet

It’s a beautiful day, it’s a beautiful morning
She don’t, screamo
I made her scream like (she a lil’ squirter)
Beat it til’ it’s sore, bae

[Verse 4]
Told em’ we can soar!
Carpe diem, dior
Denim tortilla sneakers
Mama told me say my thanks and please
Told em we can soar to the moon
Told em’ we can soar!
Sorbet baby, babe gimme that brain freeze (ooh)
Told em’ we can soar bae
(Ohh, that’s a homicide)
Sorbet baby, babe gimme that brain freeze (ooh)
Really dark, city spark
That’s a dream, don’t seem, thus far, huh
We don’t stand for no Star Spangled Banner (nah, nah)
Told em’ we can soar!
Pull up for thirty, I’m all alone

But she don’t, screamo
Shawty she scream like a pom-pom team
Yellow on the rims, that’s Bart, huh

All of these bitches what God show me
Mama told me say my thanks and please
Mama told me say my thanks and please
[Verse 1]
Gon’ be a few glasses

Really that’s where I come from, huh

We rock n’ roll like a Bon Jovi
Beat it til’ it’s sore bae (ooh)
Beat it til’ it’s sore, bae
It my, birthday
You said, you a lil’ freak, tryna see the prescription
Anytime the dam fall ‘part, huh
We rock n’ roll like a Bon Jovi
Beat it til’ it’s sore bae, (ooh)
Told em’ we can soar bae
Yell across the street
Quesadilla had to get my cheese up
I said, listen lil’ flip
Sorbet baby, babe gimme that brain freeze (ooh)
I been twistin’, I’m twisting the loudy
I walked in, clean like
Like she in a bodega, but the [?] long
Brain, freeze
But she don’t, screamo
She don’t, screamo

Beat it til’ it’s sore bae, (ooh)
Ooh, told em we can soar bae
She let me hold it, no piano
I live like a pimp, I got gentleman manners

Been Hakuna Matatin’
[Intro: Akenya on voicemail:]
This a lil’ flip in the seat like a bag of davis
Shawty you taste like sorbet
Shawty she scream like a pom-pom team
She twistin’ them hips, her body my hobby
Walked in clean like it’s a church day
Lookin for lil’ lady marmalade
[Hook]
[Outro]

Mama told me say my thanks and please
[Hook]
Lou This kid, 314, St.
Walked in, clean like
I made her scream like
I made her scream like
No fatigue on my banner (on God)
Quesadilla, had to get my cheese up
Told em we can soar to the moon
We roll around like a Fronto leaf, leaf, leaf
I fucked her vertical, she got all squirtitcle

It ain’t no, pretty park
Shawty you taste like sorbet