Hollywood Cue - Smooth Operator Lyrics

Coast to coast, L.A. to Atlanta, western ave
Across the north and south, to Key Largo, Grams for sale
Gang time
Y'all ain't know I can sing like that
Ayy, look, I sent the lil' holmes to college
To get him some knowledge and went and got back to the dollars
Drippin' in Balenciaga, I'm poppin' it proper
And puttin' shit down like a scholar
Came off off two phones, a pistol, a seven of weed, and a three-and-a-half
Of some power, let a nigga hop in the shower
Pull up on me in a hour
Pullin' up, parking lot pimp'n
Push button, start my ignition
Fye got me limpin, bad model thing in my mentions
Don't wanna give me her digits, but she want these inches
I can make a strong hoe listen
Have her on a blade in a minute stuffin' glade in her titty
Smooth operator don't forget it
I done got all my game sittin' round in the kitchen
Million-dollar pyrex vision
I was on a mission
Tryna make my left wrist glisten
Big cuhz, taught me how to get it
Got it out the trenches
I ain't sold a gram in a minute
Every week, cop me an Emmitt
Twenty-two plus six grand, put it down on a digit
Wakin' up, spot smellin' fishy
Sank full of dishes
But I got a pocket full of benji's
Whip goin' zero to sixty
Recline my seat and put my whole top inside the engine
Smoke with the words, Take a listen
Game that I'm puttin' down, I pimp the fattest bitch skinny
Three a.m, eatin' at Denny's
Droppin' a sixty, on some French toast and a biscuit
Life hella fun when you risk it
Die tryna get it
Cause you can't take this shit with you
Coast to coast, head to head, none of the western ave
Cross the north and south to Key Largo
Grams for sale
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