Spicelations 3:32
KrispyLife Kidd, RMC Mike, BabyTron
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KrispyLife (Damn, Glo, you killed this one) Like that I'm out there in that Water like a coast guard The smoke I'm giving these niggas free No charge these niggas down like my phone It ain't got no charge Call you young boys tooty fruities Y'all is not hard hold on I don't think I wanna say it like that (313 Mafia) i don't wanna cuddle Just put my thing in her She been a notorious ho But I put my faith in her You in a Scat, I'm in a 'Cat, yeah We race different I got fifty, you got ten, yeah We paying different I'll never tell, that's why my case pending Shrimp and steak for me You like Mickey D's, our taste different I don't like having fives or ten My roll got a limit Only time you hate is when you see Me with a lot of women I'm tryna stay focused, I'm in a big baggie Niggas better get right or get hit with Kathy I'm really GOAT and these Niggas' step daddy Was with my son and seen an opp And roped off the pep rally I'm sick these niggas got Five and they braggin' if I had five I wouldn't even show my family I wouldn't even hold on I don't wanna say it like that no more, look I don't think these niggas Know how I'm bomin' Hire a hitman from Jerusalem He'll whack you for a plate of hummus My nigga bought a 'bow with A roll of fake hundreds I ain't your average nigga So I can't go clubbing Old girl can't spend a Night unless she fucking I don't wanna go to no party I'll pop your cousin Lowkey, I don't need no cosign I'm top five last time I tripped was With Mike on "Monetized" Bitch (Damn, Glo, you killed this one) My nigga YN Jay the Coochie Man I'm the Kitty Master Nigga, f*ck a four for four I'm a biggie bag it sip so much lean I think I need a kidney transplant Spice talking made me thirty thousand Off of Cash App In the booth high off Perc' thirties Couldn't find the mic (313 Mafia) Told girly hop off my dick She wasn't ridin' it right I was on the road at sixteen With no kind of license Spirit fucked around and lost my bag And I robbed the pilot Forty million streams in a year, yeah That's kind of priceless Finna do a show overseas I gotta fly to Iceland I be chasing cake everyday But without the icing Headhunter, bitch suck my dick with A lot of excitement the city ours Ain't no cap when I'm on the beat Ran up a check through quarantine I'm corona free This bitch want J alexander I bought her corn beef My nigga want a eight of Wock' I mixed it with a four of green Damn, that's some dirty shit PO came with a drug test, bro had dirty piss We can't conversate if your Watch only a thirty-six Five in the mornin' makin' plays I had an early shift I ain't even wanna speak, but damn Girly thick her breath stink She tried to suck my dick With some dirty spit doctor Dolittle, bitch I can make a birdy flip Forty-two millimeter on my James Worthy shit Kick my bitch off the road, she a bad driver Bro made a shh, out them stores You can ask Meijer's freaky nigga I done hit more bitches than Quagmire Nigga tried to get the ups on me But it backfired Ayy ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Shoot down to Beecher (Damn, Glo, you killed this one) ayy Shoot down to Beecher Then I'm linkin' up with gang and them Chopstick slam him on his head Like Kurt Angle and them Got a thousand Visas on me F*ck around and make an M For that young money, up the Drac' Feel like Wayne and them, huh Kidd and Mike eating Wendy's I'm at Benihana (313 Mafia) 223 slam dunk on 'em I called the semi Giannis Designer kick fetish, f*ck around Balenciaga it All that tough shit and big talk But I bet we rob him Boy, you smoking mid, that shit barely toxic Mike tripping off the Runtz Had to sprinkle Larry on it Let your bitch throw the pussy at me I'ma Barry Bonds it All them pics with that Glock 40 I smell the scary on him I rock Virgil and Dior, yes, I'm a fancy guy Bought your bitch Burberry undies to Put my hands inside This a hundred round, fucker It hit's who you standing by Finna buy a street in Detroit And name it Scammer Drive Bitch, I'm knowing I'm the man inside Finna take a trip to LA, watch the Lambo fly Put a hundred on the dash I ain't used to have no rides Listen, bitch, this shit simple You just jam and slide If I catch him in that rust bucket He gon' crash his ride I heard her boyfriend mad, what You mad she mine? Cut into the worker on the plane, bitch I asked for Sprite I'ma ham him, I'm a scammer Ride around with hammer Shoot this bitch like it's a camera Heard you smoking bammer, Turtle Pie, bitch I'm on Saturn footwork Margiela I got paint work with the splatter Catch an opp in traffic Punch his window 'til it shatter Stan need to chill Thirty shotter make him scatter gang
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