Lyrics:
Kross get this bitch jumping
Forty dollars say your bitch wanna fuck me
She probably do it for the free if I'm lucky
Make my whole face cheese like I'm
the Fernando's place
I'm like Kris Jenner
The way I'm tryna add those K's
Dinner with my girl in The Shard
Came a long way from Nando dates
Bad B and her hair long
Yo c'mon man, what do you mean you don't want to ride with me nigga
C'mon, get in the car, get in the fuckin' car man
Yo why you trippin' man? Get
turned into songs and I’m typing them in
To my notes all the bars taking storage in my phone
And I’m feeling so good With this music I’m at home
All
Boosie Bad Azz
and I'll zoom right by you
760 partna Crispy Cream on the tires
smoke that fire
purple cush by the pound
ask my dog Webbie
this is how it
with the {niggaz} from the ditch
And it's a myth, they get {niggaz} from the suburbs, that's herbs
Yo this is for my {niggaz} on the block all day
Who
Young Jesús
Up in the booth
This ain't no truce
(Hahaha)
Let's get loose
In the studio with the speakers n they bump
Like that 90s shit, Kriss
contributed nutta thing, did I stutter? You're not helping
My contribution to this scam
I came in with a 40 oz
Five niggas I came up with, they all rap too
then!
[Verse 1: Kris Prince]
Its a new year and im back
Back in this bih juh like i never left
Back im balling like Kevin durant
Change the world With
get out of it
Any and all should fall, many are small should call
Naughty By Nature the creator of all y'all
Show hope, show no hope and can't cope,
seems nice and bright and everything feels alright
Went to school without a fool tryin' to pick a fight
I was loced out Kris Kross shirts and khakis
mothafuckas, you can tell by how we dressin' (dressin')
Been after us for years, but nigga, we ain't learned our lesson (lesson)
Got niggas in the grave
winning
Who you mad at
I stay ready to bucx it on any man that's a dad hat (Wear that)
And the clutch, james harden step bacx
I'm cooking with curry, you
them
Niggas be funny they get cut like a taper
Don’t play with my bitch she got her a taser
I hop in the foreign get lost
I know that you hear
Losing my religion
Trying to keep up with you
And I don't know if I can do it
Oh no I've said too much
I haven't said enough
Qwes Kross
Rap:
We party
and strength
Veggies are the money
Got me smiling to the bank
Grains is the brains
Helps me balance out the flow right
Stay with the swiftness
I'm gifted you
he ain't the only one to get you smacked
On this side niggas got fat gats
Point them at the enemy and go blllrat rat
Nigga nigga I'm from Bompton
If
This white gold it ain’t no silver
Try me get put in a blender
Ima do it by myself,
I might throw em in the river
Ima pimp I don’t need tender
My
you want, what do you need, what will you find
Don't be afraid, don't fall asleep, open your mind
I hope this rhyme gets you in time and space, come
need, what will you find
Don't be afraid, don't fall asleep, open your mind
I hope this rhyme gets you in time and space, come to a different place
with the pitch fork
Don't be the one to get me pissed off
I'm knocking everybody on the list off
The world is backwards like Kris Kross
A lot of phony
you talkin' about bitch?
I'm on the grind to get rich
I don't be askin' for shit
I just be mindin' my biz
I do this shit on the regular
Nothin' I'm
you see with the power
My body been shine by the hour
Yeah-yuh, yeah-yuh, can't even talk to me
Yeah-yuh, yeah-yuh, can't even talk to me
Join on my
That yah boy gotta shine
Straight from the Chi city
Everybody ride with me
And you see the same questions and
I gotta teach the lesson
This some, this
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