Smino – Klink Remix Lyrics (feat. T-pain)

[Intro: Smino]
No fatigue
Zilchy baby
Lil Monte on the beat
You got it on repeat

[Chorus: Smino]
All she wanna do is drink, drink, drink
I got five chains on, them hoes go clink, clink, clink
No job (Uh uh), big bank roll, she don’t know what to think, think, think (Uh)
On God, sergeant, check my rank, rank, rank, on God

[Verse 1: Smino]
Sergeant, check my rank, rank, rank (Skrrt)
Sweetheart sit on this candy paint (Uh)
Dick loan, yeah like Fannie Mae
Flip phone, she dream of trappin’ me
Me and my main bitch cackling (Hahaha)
Must be off that white like Katharyn
Or Suzann, cruisin’ in your sedan
Two hoes like why you need two? (Why you need?)
Damn (Why you need?), I put 85 on my coupe
Damn (Why you need?), I put Saint Laurent on my boo
Ran (Why you need) it up like I play for Mizzou
Gotta show me somethin’ bitch I came from the Lou’
(Yeah yeah yeah)

[Pre-Chorus: Smino]
I got my own Remy at home (I got my own), they charge $11.50 (Eleven f*ckin’ fifty)
We could get lost just like Nemo (I’m tryna get), hey little fishy fishy
I’m way too drippy, drippy (Uh-uh), kush stank, it’s real armpity (Uh-huh)
Don’t give these niggas pity (Okay), baby you keep yo pretty (Yeah)

[Chorus: Smino, T-Pain & Both]
All she wanna (All she wanna do is) do is drink, drink, drink
I got five chains on, them hoes go clink, clink, clink (Clink)
No job (Uh uh), big bank roll, she don’t know what to think, think, think (Uh)
On God, sergeant, check my rank, rank, rank, on God (Ooh)

[Verse 2: T-Pain]
Man, I got a drink, I’ma be a straight fool with it (Fool)

I don’t know what to do with it (Uh)
I try my best to get it off mine and on her chest
I’m ’bout to take her back to school with it, uh-huh
On skeet, skeet (Skeet, skeet), she love the sound of the clink, clink (Clink, clink)
I told her I can shut the whole city down
Gotta run into the store for the teepee (Woo), uh-huh
Uh-huh, now she need me on a weekly basis
You ain’t gotta CC me, I just wanna see them freaky faces, nah (Do it)
Hookah, hookah, got her tootin’ that booty on up
I gotta do the duty, bring that booty to me
We just sex it up, we gonna f*ck
I’m goin’ willy nilly, she go loosey goosey
Put that juicy juicy in the cup
I know she really feel it, she gon’ do it to me
I don’t wanna screw, screw it up, nah, girl
‘Cause she just need some more of me at home
But I’ma still need that $11.50
‘Cause a Bentley don’t ride on p*ssy thoughts alone
Unless you wanna hop in your shit, come get me
Sound like a better plan to me
‘Cause that nigga spendin’ all his money on ya
Sound like a better man than me
‘Cause homie

[Chorus: Smino, T-Pain & Both]
All she wanna do is drink, drink, drink (Drink, drink)
I got five chains on, them hoes go clink, clink, clink (Clink, clink, clink, yeah)
No job, big bank roll, she don’t know what to think, think, think (Oh)
On God, sergeant, check my rank, rank, rank, on God (Yeah)

[Outro: Smino & T-Pain]
Drink, drink, drink, drink, drink
Clink, clink, clink (Clink, clink, clink, clink)
Think, think, think (Think, think, think)
Rank, rank, rank (Rank, rank, rank)

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