Ay suns out buns out
Or better yet, squads out quads out
Cliques out tits out, crews out boobs out
You can bet i bring the best out, getcha chest out
So let have a dance off till ya pants off
And then we can swerve with our shirts off
All out balls out, butts out nuts out
You can bet i'm gonna show off wit my clothes off
Pup Smoo, pooch raps and this cat sings
You know just what kind've attention that brings
And i don't even know where i'm tryna go
So let's catch a flight girl, you make me wanna do bad things
This beat makes me wanna take you on vacation
With no cell reception or notifications
Got me like what the hell I gotsta make a motion
Look like you smell like Johnson & Johnson baby lotion
It's Puppy Smooth, i know you've seen the logo
Gently down the stream the boat i row row
So i keep it up, if needed i speed it up
Until everything is chillin, livin' life in slo mo
Ay suns out buns out
Or better yet, squads out quads out
Cliques out tits out, crews out boobs out
You can bet i bring the best out, getcha chest out
So let have a dance off till ya pants off
And then we can swerve with our shirts off
All out balls out, butts out nuts out
You can bet i'm gonna show off wit my clothes off
Life and times of Tabasco Jones
I'm writin' rhymes, sippin' lactose, homes
Just call me metropolitan pup
Got my eyes on the belt, best polish it up
Cause it sounds like a vibe, sounds like a plan
Sounds like my tribe, sounds like i can
My verses gettin' dirtier still I stay clean
I'm in the booth sippin a double citra daydream
Ha yea shout out to other half
I done took this rap shit down another path
Mixed it with the disco, funk, and the 80's vibes
And now im battin .385 (yerrp, clutch)
Suns out buns out
Or better yet, squads out quads out
Cliques out tits out, crews out boobs out
You can bet i bring the best out, getcha chest out
So let have a dance off till ya pants off
And then we can swerve with our shirts off
All out balls out, butts out nuts out
You can bet i'm gonna show off wit my clothes off
Again, ayy suns out buns out
Or better yet, squads out quads out
Cliques out tits out, crews out boobs out
You can bet i bring the best out, getcha chest out
So let have a dance off till ya pants off
And then we can swerve with our shirts off
All out balls out, butts out nuts out
You can bet i'm gonna show off wit my clothes off
Puppy Smooth & Seabaud - Suns Out, Buns Out (feat. Peterson Altimo) Lyrics
Puppy Smooth & Seabaud - Suns Out, Buns Out (feat. Peterson Altimo) Lyrics
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Ay suns out buns out
Or better yet, squads out quads out
Cliques out tits out, crews out boobs out
You can bet i bring the best out, getcha chest out
So let have a dance off till ya pants off
And then we can swerve with our shirts off
All out balls out, butts out nuts out
You can bet i'm gonna show off wit my clothes off
Pup Smoo, pooch raps and this cat sings
You know just what kind've attention that brings
And i don't even know where i'm tryna go
So let's catch a flight girl, you make me wanna do bad things
This beat makes me wanna take you on vacation
With no cell reception or notifications
Got me like what the hell I gotsta make a motion
Look like you smell like Johnson & Johnson baby lotion
It's Puppy Smooth, i know you've seen the logo
Gently down the stream the boat i row row
So i keep it up, if needed i speed it up
Until everything is chillin, livin' life in slo mo
Ay suns out buns out
Or better yet, squads out quads out
Cliques out tits out, crews out boobs out
You can bet i bring the best out, getcha chest out
So let have a dance off till ya pants off
And then we can swerve with our shirts off
All out balls out, butts out nuts out
You can bet i'm gonna show off wit my clothes off
Life and times of Tabasco Jones
I'm writin' rhymes, sippin' lactose, homes
Just call me metropolitan pup
Got my eyes on the belt, best polish it up
Cause it sounds like a vibe, sounds like a plan
Sounds like my tribe, sounds like i can
My verses gettin' dirtier still I stay clean
I'm in the booth sippin a double citra daydream
Ha yea shout out to other half
I done took this rap shit down another path
Mixed it with the disco, funk, and the 80's vibes
And now im battin .385 (yerrp, clutch)
Suns out buns out
Or better yet, squads out quads out
Cliques out tits out, crews out boobs out
You can bet i bring the best out, getcha chest out
So let have a dance off till ya pants off
And then we can swerve with our shirts off
All out balls out, butts out nuts out
You can bet i'm gonna show off wit my clothes off
Again, ayy suns out buns out
Or better yet, squads out quads out
Cliques out tits out, crews out boobs out
You can bet i bring the best out, getcha chest out
So let have a dance off till ya pants off
And then we can swerve with our shirts off
All out balls out, butts out nuts out
You can bet i'm gonna show off wit my clothes off
Or better yet, squads out quads out
Cliques out tits out, crews out boobs out
You can bet i bring the best out, getcha chest out
So let have a dance off till ya pants off
And then we can swerve with our shirts off
All out balls out, butts out nuts out
You can bet i'm gonna show off wit my clothes off
Pup Smoo, pooch raps and this cat sings
You know just what kind've attention that brings
And i don't even know where i'm tryna go
So let's catch a flight girl, you make me wanna do bad things
This beat makes me wanna take you on vacation
With no cell reception or notifications
Got me like what the hell I gotsta make a motion
Look like you smell like Johnson & Johnson baby lotion
It's Puppy Smooth, i know you've seen the logo
Gently down the stream the boat i row row
So i keep it up, if needed i speed it up
Until everything is chillin, livin' life in slo mo
Ay suns out buns out
Or better yet, squads out quads out
Cliques out tits out, crews out boobs out
You can bet i bring the best out, getcha chest out
So let have a dance off till ya pants off
And then we can swerve with our shirts off
All out balls out, butts out nuts out
You can bet i'm gonna show off wit my clothes off
Life and times of Tabasco Jones
I'm writin' rhymes, sippin' lactose, homes
Just call me metropolitan pup
Got my eyes on the belt, best polish it up
Cause it sounds like a vibe, sounds like a plan
Sounds like my tribe, sounds like i can
My verses gettin' dirtier still I stay clean
I'm in the booth sippin a double citra daydream
Ha yea shout out to other half
I done took this rap shit down another path
Mixed it with the disco, funk, and the 80's vibes
And now im battin .385 (yerrp, clutch)
Suns out buns out
Or better yet, squads out quads out
Cliques out tits out, crews out boobs out
You can bet i bring the best out, getcha chest out
So let have a dance off till ya pants off
And then we can swerve with our shirts off
All out balls out, butts out nuts out
You can bet i'm gonna show off wit my clothes off
Again, ayy suns out buns out
Or better yet, squads out quads out
Cliques out tits out, crews out boobs out
You can bet i bring the best out, getcha chest out
So let have a dance off till ya pants off
And then we can swerve with our shirts off
All out balls out, butts out nuts out
You can bet i'm gonna show off wit my clothes off
Writer: Philip Astuto
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid