Lyrics:
Krispie Kreme I get hella guala
Cheddah cheese
Fuck dem niggas no they not my day one
I got bands jumping our pardon my comma
She got ass big ass ima spend
Antifreeze settle flexa rama no apologize
Couple g's spent on my bitches and couple g's
Halloween ima fucking monster
My whip Christmas Eve
Krispie
Nah this ain't nah this ain't new to me
Rice my own whip no krispie
Bad ass bitch doing coke no pepsi
Yo Baby mama doin yayo like whitney
Ion tweet
on my dick just like butter that churn
Krispie Kreme but my sauce
Never empty, humpty dumpty, how I crack her
Like a nut cracker all the best crispy,
into my life
I'm so much happier now
Now I bet you thinking of me
Your girl is O' so Krispie
Check it my lifestyle is cool
Yeah you thinking of me but I
(ayy, ayy)
XXX on a Killstreak, huh (bitch)
You pussy niggas, Rice Krispie, uh (what?)
Fuck a white bitch on a 6 speed (yuh)
6 stars like GTA, kill
girls do you know that can play the harmonica with their pussies?
Like em' easy and hot and sweet like a Rice Krispie Treat gee
You know what I really
Krispie guys.
(end)
Tony the Tiger-
Hey I know them!
(end)
Oh, hey Tony.
Nice of you to show up.
Where were you last week?
Tony
and chili dogs
(I got the munchies)
Hostess, fruits pies and cupcakes
Twinkies, zingers, crumb doughnuts with some cool-aid
Rice krispie treat, Ritz
It's carb season
Crunch berries
Rice Krispie treats
We got beaucoup
All I need is a bean bag chair
And Bob Barker on my Roku
Staycation in my living
an edible right now its a rice krispie treat
And while you was sleep yo bitch was suckin' on my meat
Then the bitch disappeared when it was complete lil hoe
Because they sounding so sweet
Like a Rice Krispie treat
Got the whole crowd on they feet
Vibin to the beat
Don't tell me no lie cause you like what you
aus wie Cashmachine
Ist die Pussy Krispie clean
Molly mit dem Menthazine
Put mein Dick up in die Spleen
Promenthazine, Adrenalin
Milchpulver, Aspirin
Betta play yo part trying hard to jump wit sharks can't even swim
Nigga u rice krispie camry wit yo bitch she tryna get right wit me
Countin hunnids
already know
Bitch change the flow, let me go
Slurp on pussy rice krispie
Public sex that risky
Sippin on fucking yuh whiskey
Yo mama so fat she mrs piggy
loops and mini wheats
I'm apple jackin' and honey smackin' these Krispie treats
Get corn popped I won't stop my charms are lucky
Bowls full to overdose
Cross faded on a Rice Krispie
But the girls got addy with the whiskey
and I could use the prescription
My diction's falling at my feet like my
need milk, okay like...
XXX on a Killstreak, huh
You pussy niggas, Rice Krispie, uh
Fuck a white bitch on a 6 speed
6 Stars like GTA, kill me, uh
It's
The steam on the mirror said one more thing to say
I was watching TV
Watching one of Mom's famous rice krispie treats
Watchin' Tom and Jerry
I heard
got the frisbee
I trap, trap, trap on the road, movin' that cornflakes
Rice Krispie, hold tight, my girl Whitney (perfect)
On the road doin' ten
much happier now
Now I bet you thinkin bout me
Yo girl is Oh So Kris-pie!
Check it
My lifestyle is cool
Yeah you thinkin of me
But I ain't
Charlie's girls upheld the law
We all prayed we grow up Farrah, we became Kate Jacksons all
I miss the days of homeroom mothers with Rise Krispie treats
I
Hell comes to breakfast
Hell comes to breakfast
Cream of wheat full of webs
Captain crunch lost his prize
Rice krispie styrofoam
Hell comes
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