Spadez - Krispy lyrics
[Spadez - Krispy lyrics]
So crispy, bitches wanna kiss me
Haters wanna diss me
Tell 'em they could miss me
Want it? Know I got it
So, tell 'em they could hit me
And I'm laid up with your
Bitch sippin' mint tea
Kush blowing like it's windy
I don't got the drip on me
'cause I got it in me (drip)
I'ma let 'em talk 'cause that
Shit don't offend me (aha)
And I like to mismatch Gucci with the Fendi
(woo) and they kinda trendy
Me? I'm kinda timeless (facts)
Hate is a disease and I
Think you got the virus (you do)
Bitches hear my shit and they like "Girl
Where you find this?"
"I don't know, but that boy Spadez
He the finest" (woo)
(they gon', they gon')
They gon' play my shit and rewind it
She give me the brain then
Forget where her mind is (where?)
I'll never ever forget what the grind is
Bitch I'm gettin' better with the
Time like wine is (mhmm)
It be the ones that don't be
Doin' shit that wanna chime in (facts)
Hit 'em with the Heisman
I ain't gotta lie, and I'm
Running through these chicks and these
Checks like a lineman
By the way (by the way)
My girl spicier than cayenne (facts)
Wake up and I bake up
That's the only way I know
Trying to get my cake up
That's the only way I know
Had the P's for the low
Drive-thru, get that shit to go
I'm about to wake 'em up just
Like a cup of Joe couple hoes, double dose
Couple O's, double those double up
Eighteen hundred in my stomach bubblin' up
Sippin' out the fifth
Bitch I'm with the shit's
Bitches wanna kiss, haters wanna diss
Tell 'em they could miss me
So crispy, bitches wanna kiss me
Haters wanna diss me
Tell 'em they could miss me
Want it? Know I got it
So, tell 'em they could hit me
And I'm laid up with your
Bitch sippin' mint tea
Haters wanna diss me
Tell 'em they could miss me
Want it? Know I got it
So, tell 'em they could hit me
And I'm laid up with your
Bitch sippin' mint tea
Kush blowing like it's windy
I don't got the drip on me
'cause I got it in me (drip)
I'ma let 'em talk 'cause that
Shit don't offend me (aha)
And I like to mismatch Gucci with the Fendi
(woo) and they kinda trendy
Me? I'm kinda timeless (facts)
Hate is a disease and I
Think you got the virus (you do)
Bitches hear my shit and they like "Girl
Where you find this?"
"I don't know, but that boy Spadez
He the finest" (woo)
(they gon', they gon')
They gon' play my shit and rewind it
She give me the brain then
Forget where her mind is (where?)
I'll never ever forget what the grind is
Bitch I'm gettin' better with the
Time like wine is (mhmm)
It be the ones that don't be
Doin' shit that wanna chime in (facts)
Hit 'em with the Heisman
I ain't gotta lie, and I'm
Running through these chicks and these
Checks like a lineman
By the way (by the way)
My girl spicier than cayenne (facts)
Wake up and I bake up
That's the only way I know
Trying to get my cake up
That's the only way I know
Had the P's for the low
Drive-thru, get that shit to go
I'm about to wake 'em up just
Like a cup of Joe couple hoes, double dose
Couple O's, double those double up
Eighteen hundred in my stomach bubblin' up
Sippin' out the fifth
Bitch I'm with the shit's
Bitches wanna kiss, haters wanna diss
Tell 'em they could miss me
So crispy, bitches wanna kiss me
Haters wanna diss me
Tell 'em they could miss me
Want it? Know I got it
So, tell 'em they could hit me
And I'm laid up with your
Bitch sippin' mint tea