KrispyLife Kidd - Spicelations 3:32 Lyrics
KrispyLife Kidd - Spicelations 3:32 Lyrics
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 f*cking
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 f*cked 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, f*cker
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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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 f*cking
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 f*cked 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, f*cker
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
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 f*cking
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 f*cked 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, f*cker
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