Back to Top

Krazy Video (MV)




Performed By: Skeye Blu
Language: English
Length: 4:03
Written by: James Brear




Skeye Blu - Krazy Lyrics




Yo
Lets get this shit together
One way or another I come from Mobile Alabama where we slang that weight every f*ckin'
Day
You already know Skeye Blu on the track here we go
Yo I am f*ckin' him the motherf*ckin' man that Soulja F*ckin' Slim
The motherf*ckin' round then i go and get him and i bring that shit back like a f*ckin' sin
Whatcha know where you at where you wanna be
Mobile Alabama where I be
But I'm known in H-Town reppin' that D
Motherf*ckers know that we run them keys

Sendin' that shit from Columbia f*ckin' way
The Mara Salvatrucha gang every f*ckin' day
What you know about them bloods we is prey
Motherf*ckers know that I'm here to stay

What you wanna do can you get on a track like me
Hell nah I think you need to go back
To the same shit that f*ckin' told you rap
Where you get loud and you get a f*ckin' rack

What you know about him
Skeye Blu Jimmi DaVinci he the f*ckin' man
Tell a motherf*cker I am not Uncle Sam
Cause I'm better than him cause I got a f*ckin' gang

Motherf*ckers know that I lay it f*ckin' down
Tell a motherf*cker you better bring twelve more rounds
For the motherf*ckers that we already have a pound
Bring that sack then bring the f*ckin' loud

Bout to show these boys Im walking to the store
Tell a motherf*cker that he already know
What the f*ck we get every f*ckin' settled score
Motherf*ckers know that I answer f*ckin' roll

Got that shit like the Slim Thug Wugga
Motherf*ckers from H-Town or no other
Motherf*ckers know that I am the clown
Motherf*ckers bringin' that shit the f*ck down

Motherf*ckers wanna see my name in the sky
Motherf*ckers don't know that I f*ckin' fly
Every f*ckin' kid every f*ckin' single night
That's why I don't fly with no f*ckin' kite

What you know about him
Skeye Blu he the f*ckin' man with the kid
Motherf*ckers don't wanna see me produce this
Shit so tight but I got a f*ckin' hit

Hit that bitch every single f*ckin' day
I bring that weight and I sling that yay
Tell them boys I'm met Bun B today
Perform for him and he bought me a f*ckin' Ce'

Motherf*ckers know me
Tell a motherf*cker I'm here for round three
Got ten more and I got a f*ckin' G
But you don't wanna believe that shit cause I'm for free

What you do where you at
Tell a motherf*cker that I'm a trap I'm the rap
Rap God legend known as Skeye f*ckin' Blu
Bring a motherf*cker and tell him all too

Motherf*ckers don't wanna see me do the dew
Motherf*ckers don't wanna see me spit a true
Tell a motherf*cker I ain't got no f*ckin' gun
I got a f*ckin' nine but Im bout to have one

Motherf*ckin' mic one type a f*ckin' sound
Bring that shit back down and around
And I go back to the same rhymes f*ckin' now
What you wanna do when you provide that sound

What you wanna know where the guns all lay
Tell them bitches where them bodies all f*ckin day with an eight year old tear drop restin' aye

Motherf*ckers wanna see me every f*ckin' day
Comin' every time
Motherf*ckers know that I'm bout to be on time
Bringin' that shit every f*ckin' whicha way

Tell a motherf*cker where the body's steady lay
And we know this here
Tell a motherf*cker I am God's f*ckin' gift
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

[ Correct these Lyrics ]

We currently do not have these lyrics. If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.


We currently do not have these lyrics. If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.




Yo
Lets get this shit together
One way or another I come from Mobile Alabama where we slang that weight every f*ckin'
Day
You already know Skeye Blu on the track here we go
Yo I am f*ckin' him the motherf*ckin' man that Soulja F*ckin' Slim
The motherf*ckin' round then i go and get him and i bring that shit back like a f*ckin' sin
Whatcha know where you at where you wanna be
Mobile Alabama where I be
But I'm known in H-Town reppin' that D
Motherf*ckers know that we run them keys

Sendin' that shit from Columbia f*ckin' way
The Mara Salvatrucha gang every f*ckin' day
What you know about them bloods we is prey
Motherf*ckers know that I'm here to stay

What you wanna do can you get on a track like me
Hell nah I think you need to go back
To the same shit that f*ckin' told you rap
Where you get loud and you get a f*ckin' rack

What you know about him
Skeye Blu Jimmi DaVinci he the f*ckin' man
Tell a motherf*cker I am not Uncle Sam
Cause I'm better than him cause I got a f*ckin' gang

Motherf*ckers know that I lay it f*ckin' down
Tell a motherf*cker you better bring twelve more rounds
For the motherf*ckers that we already have a pound
Bring that sack then bring the f*ckin' loud

Bout to show these boys Im walking to the store
Tell a motherf*cker that he already know
What the f*ck we get every f*ckin' settled score
Motherf*ckers know that I answer f*ckin' roll

Got that shit like the Slim Thug Wugga
Motherf*ckers from H-Town or no other
Motherf*ckers know that I am the clown
Motherf*ckers bringin' that shit the f*ck down

Motherf*ckers wanna see my name in the sky
Motherf*ckers don't know that I f*ckin' fly
Every f*ckin' kid every f*ckin' single night
That's why I don't fly with no f*ckin' kite

What you know about him
Skeye Blu he the f*ckin' man with the kid
Motherf*ckers don't wanna see me produce this
Shit so tight but I got a f*ckin' hit

Hit that bitch every single f*ckin' day
I bring that weight and I sling that yay
Tell them boys I'm met Bun B today
Perform for him and he bought me a f*ckin' Ce'

Motherf*ckers know me
Tell a motherf*cker I'm here for round three
Got ten more and I got a f*ckin' G
But you don't wanna believe that shit cause I'm for free

What you do where you at
Tell a motherf*cker that I'm a trap I'm the rap
Rap God legend known as Skeye f*ckin' Blu
Bring a motherf*cker and tell him all too

Motherf*ckers don't wanna see me do the dew
Motherf*ckers don't wanna see me spit a true
Tell a motherf*cker I ain't got no f*ckin' gun
I got a f*ckin' nine but Im bout to have one

Motherf*ckin' mic one type a f*ckin' sound
Bring that shit back down and around
And I go back to the same rhymes f*ckin' now
What you wanna do when you provide that sound

What you wanna know where the guns all lay
Tell them bitches where them bodies all f*ckin day with an eight year old tear drop restin' aye

Motherf*ckers wanna see me every f*ckin' day
Comin' every time
Motherf*ckers know that I'm bout to be on time
Bringin' that shit every f*ckin' whicha way

Tell a motherf*cker where the body's steady lay
And we know this here
Tell a motherf*cker I am God's f*ckin' gift
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: James Brear
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

Back to: Skeye Blu

Tags:
No tags yet