Smooth Lyrics

Ain't nobody smooth like me

I don't flash c-notes that's too high key

Keep it all down low, that's who I be

Levitating on the stage when I move my feet

Alright look

Good God, didn't know that he could move huh

Been in my shell, popped out like Koopa

And she look good, body rocking like Medusa

Calm like a Buddha

Still popping off like bazooka

Smooth like butter in a pan

Love it when she dance

Got me all stuck inside a trance

Hoping she don't have some other plans

Said you got a man

Yeah

Damn

Smooth like ice and that's a fact

Michael Jackson nice with it I'm moon walking

She got hoops with the ice and that's a bad chick

The matching jacket with it, you on 10

So smooth when you walked in

Slo-mo hair flip

Caught my eye from the jump, from the jump

Thigh high socks and them legs don't quit

Good God girl go ahead and flaunt what you got

I know that you gotta leave

But I got just what you need so please

Tell me what you want, what you want

Said that she was tired of the rap

So I came back new style, hit 'em with the funk, with the funk

Woah

5'7 so you know I gotta lay up

I ain't even tripping look at Tom and Zendaya

Feeling real tall at the top on my way up

If you want a spot better pay up

Slick rhymes, I'mma keep it groovy

We could do it QuickTime, maybe shoot a movie

I don't ever switch sides, I be where the crew be

Hit 'em with a quick slide, like I do the Toosie

Said that you were seeing somebody think you should dead it

Yeah I'm sorry I thought it and went it said it

If I didn't then I probably would regret it and I meant it

Think you got it good I promise it get better cause I told you I'm

Smooth like ice and that's a fact

Michael Jackson nice with it I'm moon walking

She got hoops with the ice and that's a bad chick

The matching jacket with it, you on 10

So smooth when you walked in

Slo-mo hair flip

Caught my eye from the jump, from the jump

Thigh high socks and them legs don't quit

Good God girl go ahead and flaunt what you got

I know that you gotta leave

But I got just what you need so please

Tell me what you want, what you want

Said that she was tired of the rap

So I came back new style, hit 'em with the funk