Smokepurpp – Tide Pen (ft. Jack Harlow) (Audio, Lyrics, Visualizer)

Listen, stream, watch the visualizer, buy, mp3 download, read the lyrics to “Tide Pen” by Smokepurpp featuring Jack Harlow. The song was co-produced by Dirty Sosa, Bangs & Earl on the Beat.

Smokepurpp Tide Pen

Smokepurpp just dropped his brand new album Florida Jit, and fans are already choosing their favorite songs from the project. Perhaps the biggest standout on the tracklist is “Tide Pen” which features Louisville rapper Jack Harlow. Harlow has been bubbling as of late and on this track, he proves that his style works well with Smokepurpp’s southern sensibilities.

Throughout the track, the rappers trade some clever bars that are mostly of a sexual nature. From Joe Biden references to SAT questions, it truly feels like both of these artists are doing their bests to one-up each other.

Smokepurpp – Tide Pen (ft. Jack Harlow) (prod. Dirty Sosa, Bangs & Earl on the Beat)

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Lyrics

[Intro: Jack Harlow]
Earl on the Beat (Earl on the Beat, Earl on the Beat)
Ayy

[Chorus: Jack Harlow]
I said, “Slide,” and she slid through with a sidekick
All-white, sippin’ red wine with a Tide pen
Crossed up, Pike’s Peak, yeah, I’m on some high shit
Ass fat, got a young muhfucka quite stiff
Uh, thirty-five over and they took the license
Late night FaceTime, I adjust brightness
Bitches talk a lot to me, I just tell ’em type shit
When she get done talkin’, let me feel that vice grip

[Verse 1: Jack Harlow & Smokepurpp]
Vice Pres’, how I’m movin’ like I’m Joseph Biden
Night time when they sleep, hit them with the Nitrous
Night time come alive, like I hit a light switch
And I’m loyal to ’em all, I ain’t got a side chick (Lil Purpp!)
I ain’t got no side chick
She know how to ride dick
And I like the way it feel (Uh!)
Everytime she ride dick, thats fucking righteous, yeah (Yeah)

[Verse 2: Smokepurpp]
Yeah, lil baby righteous
Got a whole room of holes, I ain’t talkin’ bitin’
I was hittin’ from the back when her mama walked in
Pockets obese, diabetes type ten
Me and Jack, mob ties, holding down our ends
Told her pull up, ended fuckin’ her friends
Gave me so much brain, bitch came with a pen (Yeah)
So much brain I’m nutting SAT questions
Five thousand dollar jeans for a bitch to sit on ’em
Me and you are not the same, to me you’re an antonym
If I spin the block one time, I’ma probably spin again
Told the bitch I want that sloppy, lil’ hoe spit again
I am not a TikToker, boy, I really slang shit

[Chorus: Jack Harlow]
I said, “Slide,” and she slid through with a sidekick
All-white, sippin’ red wine with a Tide pen
Crossed up, Pike’s Peak, yeah, I’m on some high shit
Ass fat, got a young muhfucka quite stiff
Uh, thirty-five over and they took the license
Late night FaceTime, I adjust brightness
Bitches talk a lot to me, I just tell ’em type shit
When she get done talkin’, let me feel that vice grip