Lyrics Pecans (feat. Terrace Martin) - Terrace Martin , Smino

Ooh, ooh, ooh
Yeah

We cut like apple pie, uh
My lil′ papaya
Make me wanna Paypal ya, fly ya lil ass to me
Aw yea yea, R.S.V.P
I got that thang acquired, make ya sing
A Choir, quiet just riding, now she bussin' Pe-cay-ans. Pecans

Hands diligent did it for the defiant
And Niggas tryin tryin with no finance cut from the finest
Da other day my cuzzo hit my phone
Said he just hit the licks so good im like my nigga Pause
He laugh and say for real dirty i just wanna ball ya dat my dawg
But never forget them days no gas hop out and push the car
And never forget the wages they payin ma
I′ll never forget the way they try and take away
The art from the heart ya yo start ya the north side
Sativa burn smoother than a Porsche ride
Plus im off that chocolate water lit it like a Porsche light
Tryna dodge the pork lights
WOOWOO state troop SHOOSHOO black youth its on the news momma still
Gotta get interviewed fox ratings boost i stopped
Paying dues cuz im like bitch im payin who. just sayin
I owe it all {?
} Lied to my pops niggas got to the guap
Till i walked And felt the crunch in my socks
Now i think about it shit i had one pair of socks
Now I'm on beaches with these bitches
Got me like, fuck wearing socks
Ima Artist im sensative like ice on tea out the pot
I cook it up im nice and seasoned work from spring to july
Im never fatiguing give me a reason i get beat in the clock
Im loving my youth i got a sweet tooth i got you too for you

We cut like apple pie, uh
My lil' papaya
Make me wanna Paypal ya, fly ya lil ass to me
Aw yea yea, R.S.V.P
I got the thing
Ive been on like a bitch
Ice on my wrist
Im off the brownie you stumbling baby you prolly think im the shit