Songtext zu Genre of Spice talk
Intro:Alright KrispyLife, nigga, it's with a K, dumbass Bitch Ghetto Boyz, nigga, free Rio (Lorenz, don't stop)
[Verse 1: KrispyLife Kidd]
He live with his granny, so we still gon' shoot it up Bullet hit her oxygen tank, we done blew it up I just ate a bad Perc' and I threw it up Where your bitch at? She in the room with it tooted up Mike just took one of my Percs, he do too much Bro don't wanna ride with me 'cause I shoot too much Every time you say some lame shit, you lose two sluts Me and Mike just matched two fours, y'all got a deuce of what? [Verse 2: RMC Mike] Fuck the bitch for twenty-six minutеs, then throw the deucеs up I'm tryna ball, you tryna ball too, you wanna hoop or what? No, I can't tell you what I got up in my stash, but I'm super up Damn, Kidd, I'm finna go to jail, I shot an Uber up Auntie can't buy no dope from me, she don't oot enough Ooh, bitch got a pink pussy on her, but got a doo-doo butt Catch his ass lackin' right on Mackin, call Doodlebug How the fuck you mad at my success and you don't do enough?
[Verse 3: KrispyLife Kidd & RMC Mike] Made D-Boy nervous rappin' with the strap out Let off a hundred-fifty shots, made him back down I just beat a bitch back and made her tap out I just beat a bitch back and blew her back out I'm shootin' this bitch from deep, I think— yeah, fuck that Nah, Kidd, I'm finna shoot this bitch from deep, I'm Jerry Stackhouse Drop me off around the corner, I got they whole block mapped out I think he died from shootin' dice, I guess he crapped out Damn, who want beef with us? I'm in the club crispy as hell with a fully tucked Copped a new watch, it's not plain, this bitch fully bust Caught dog with his pants down, now he truly fucked Man, I don't like switches, but got a K problem He get me pints once a month, I got a straight doctor Ours called shit-talkin', y'all got a straight genre Money long as hell, we ain't never havin' pape' problems I just got twelve pints from a fake doctor I'm finna give them bitches straight to Stan Gave a nigga six bars for an eight of red I won't pay for the pussy, but I'll pay for head Damn, my oldhead just shoot this bitch, he LeBron James Slick talker, I'll take your bitch, Danny Fontaine Put these clippers to your head, that's a wild fade Backdoor to hit my nigga bitch, that's a foul play I put my nuts all in her cream, that's a parfait Meet a bitch and play mind games like an arcade Nah, meet a bitch and hit her in the car, this a car date Spin a block in an old Lincoln, this a Mark VIII Nah, Mike, the chop long as fuck like a Mark VIII Nah, bro, this Audi fast as fuck, this an R8 Left a stink bomb in his car, hoo Left a stink bomb in his whip, now the car stink I think I just drunk some cut, now all my farts stink He pulled up in a V6, I think his car fake Left so much money on the floor, we need a yard rake We gotta rake it up Two thirty clips looked it better, so I taped 'em up We the hottest in our city, so they hate on us I just re-rocked the bag with some angel dust Niggas playin' like some little kids, get his Lego crushed
[Verse 4: KrispyLife Kidd] Yeah I just poured another twelve in a Faygo Crush I'll never show no love, niggas hate too much Bitch seen my account like, "Kidd, how you make so much?" Hit his head with a hollow and make his bagel crunch Wockhardt, Tris, I can make your punch Made 60K in one weekend, I can't make this up Hit him one time and he died, that's a fatal punch [Outro: KrispyLife Kidd] Bitch And that wasn't Mike either Yeah RMC shit, KrispyLife shit Free Rio, nigga, free the main bird Bitch
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