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Chips & Juice Video (MV)




Performed By: Smino
Length: 2:40
Written by: Christopher Smith Jr.




Smino - Chips & Juice Lyrics
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Yeah, groovy
Okay, okay
Bitch smell like Gucci cologne
We need bitch in the after hours
No fatigue, baby, okay

Tell 'em, "Cut the check," just do it, yeah, just do it
When I shoot my shot, it goes swoosh, got the juice
Yeah, I got the juice, chips too, what's cool?
Three hundred and fourteen proof, what's cool?
(And I got lay me down to sleep, pray my forces step never crease)
Three hundred and fourteen proof, what's cool?
(And I get fly before I wake, this Louis visor from '08)

Young nigga went from Missouri to bonjour
Think a lot, my Benz, my nigga, my whip fine so
F*ck her in the mornin', I'm Alonso, told 'em that I'm goin'
When I shoot my shot, it goes swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, swoosh
Flintstones, all smokin' yabba-dabba-doobies
Had to thank the Lord for another opportunity
I heard she don't want me no more
F*ck it, she a tuna fish (more Hennessy)
Thank the Lord for another opportunity (more Hennessy)
Pour it up, mm, pass it to the community
I creased her in my forces, but I never crease my forces

Tell 'em, "Cut the check," just do it, yeah, just do it
When I shoot my shot, it goes swoosh, got the juice
Yeah, I got the juice, chips too, what's cool?
Three hundred and fourteen proof, what's cool?
(And I got lay me down, now leap)
(Pray my forces step 'bout three)
Three hundred and fourteen proof, what's cool?
(And I get fly before I wake, this Louis from 'bout '08)

I like that she a lil' Chicago
She love a Kanye
I found her lil' ass in the Tahoe
Struck an ass all day
I pull up "Ooh" in the Bronco
Kush and OJ
And I just did a show in Toronto
Word, Drake

She don't want me no more
F*ck it, she a tuna fish (more Hennessy)
Thank the Lord for another opportunity (more Hennessy)
Pour it up, mm, pass it to the community

Tell 'em, "Cut the check," just do it, yeah, just do it
When I shoot my shot, it goes swoosh, got the juice
Yeah, I got the juice, chips too, what's cool?
Three hundred and fourteen proof, what's cool?
(And I got lay me down, now leap)
(Pray my forces step 'bout three)
Three hundred and fourteen proof, what's cool?
(And I get fly before I wake, this Louis from 'bout '08)
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Yeah, groovy
Okay, okay
Bitch smell like Gucci cologne
We need bitch in the after hours
No fatigue, baby, okay

Tell 'em, "Cut the check," just do it, yeah, just do it
When I shoot my shot, it goes swoosh, got the juice
Yeah, I got the juice, chips too, what's cool?
Three hundred and fourteen proof, what's cool?
(And I got lay me down to sleep, pray my forces step never crease)
Three hundred and fourteen proof, what's cool?
(And I get fly before I wake, this Louis visor from '08)

Young nigga went from Missouri to bonjour
Think a lot, my Benz, my nigga, my whip fine so
F*ck her in the mornin', I'm Alonso, told 'em that I'm goin'
When I shoot my shot, it goes swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, swoosh
Flintstones, all smokin' yabba-dabba-doobies
Had to thank the Lord for another opportunity
I heard she don't want me no more
F*ck it, she a tuna fish (more Hennessy)
Thank the Lord for another opportunity (more Hennessy)
Pour it up, mm, pass it to the community
I creased her in my forces, but I never crease my forces

Tell 'em, "Cut the check," just do it, yeah, just do it
When I shoot my shot, it goes swoosh, got the juice
Yeah, I got the juice, chips too, what's cool?
Three hundred and fourteen proof, what's cool?
(And I got lay me down, now leap)
(Pray my forces step 'bout three)
Three hundred and fourteen proof, what's cool?
(And I get fly before I wake, this Louis from 'bout '08)

I like that she a lil' Chicago
She love a Kanye
I found her lil' ass in the Tahoe
Struck an ass all day
I pull up "Ooh" in the Bronco
Kush and OJ
And I just did a show in Toronto
Word, Drake

She don't want me no more
F*ck it, she a tuna fish (more Hennessy)
Thank the Lord for another opportunity (more Hennessy)
Pour it up, mm, pass it to the community

Tell 'em, "Cut the check," just do it, yeah, just do it
When I shoot my shot, it goes swoosh, got the juice
Yeah, I got the juice, chips too, what's cool?
Three hundred and fourteen proof, what's cool?
(And I got lay me down, now leap)
(Pray my forces step 'bout three)
Three hundred and fourteen proof, what's cool?
(And I get fly before I wake, this Louis from 'bout '08)
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Writer: Christopher Smith Jr.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing

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