Correction Lyrics Spicelations 3:32 by BabyTron

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KrispyLife
(Damn, Glo, you killed this one)
Like that

I'm out there in the water, like a coast?guard
The?smoke I'm giving?these n***as free, no charge
These n***as?down like my phone, it ain't got no charge
Call you young boys "Tootie Fruities", y'all is not hard
Hold on, I don't think I wanna say it like that (313 Mafia)
I don't wanna cuddle, just put my thing in her
She been a notorious hoe, but I put my faith in her
You in a Scat, I'm in a 'Cat, yeah, we race different
I got 50, you got 10, yeah, we pay different
I'll never tell, that's why my case finished
Shrimp and steak for me, you like Mickey D's, our taste different
I don't like having 5's or 10's, my roll got a limit
The only time you hate is when you see me with a lot of women
I'm tryna stay focused, I'm in a big baggy
N***as better get right or get hit with Kathy
I'm really GOAT, and these n***as' step daddy
Was with my son and seen a opp and roped off the pep rally
I'm sick these n***as got 5, and they braggin'
If I had 5, I wouldn't even show my family
I wouldn't even, hold on, I don't wanna say it like that no more, look
I don't think these n***as know how I'm bomin'
Hire a hitman from Jerusalem, he'll whack you for a plate of hummus
My n***a bought a bow with a roll of fake hundreds
I ain't your average n***a, so I can't go clubbing
Old girl can't spend a night unless she f**king
I don't wanna go to no party, I'll pop your cousin
Low-key, I don't need no cosign, I'm top 5
Last time I tripped, was with Mike on "Monetized"
B*t*h (Damn, Glo, you killed this one)
My n***a YN Jay the Coochie Man, I'm the Kitty Master
N***a, f**k a four for four, I'm a biggie bag it
Sip so much lean, I think I need a kidney transplant
Spice talking made me 30,000 off of Cash App
In a booth, high off Perc' 30s, couldn't find the mic
Told girly hop off my d**k, she wasn't ridin' it right
I was on the road at 16 with no kind of license
Spirit f**ked around and lost my bag and I robbed the pilot
40 million streams in a year, yeah, that's kinda priceless
Finna do a show overseas, I gotta fly to Iceland
I be chasing cake everyday, but without the icing
The headhunter, b*t*h suck my d**k with a lot of excitement
The city ours, ain't no cap when I'm on the beat
Ran up a check through quarantine, I'm Corona free
This b*t*h want J. Alexander, I bought her corn beef
My n***a want a eighth of Wock, I mixed it with a 4 of Green
Damn, that's some dirty sh*t
P.O. came with a drug test, bro had dirty p*ss
We can't conversate if your watch only a 36
5 in the mornin', makin' plays, I had a early shift
I ain't even wanna speak but, damn, girly thick
Her breath stank, she tryna suck my d**k with some dirty spit
Dr. Dolittle, b*t*h, I could make a birdy flip
42 millimeter, on my James Worthy sh*t
Kick my b*t*h off the road, she a bad driver
Bro made a, out them stores, you can ask Meijer's
Freaky n***a, I done hit more b*t*hes than Quagmire
A n***a tried to get the ups on me, but it backfired
Ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Shoot down to Beecher (Damn, Glo, you killed this one)
Ayy
Shoot down to Beecher, then I'm linkin' up with gang and 'em
Chopstick slam him on his head, like Kurt Angle 'nem
Got a thousand Visas on me, f**k around and make an M
For that young money, up the Drac', feel like Wayne and 'em
Kidd and Mike eating Wendy's, I'm at Benihana
.223 slam dunk on 'em, I called this semi honest
Designer kick fetish, f**k around Balenciaga
All that tough sh*t and big talk but I'll bet we rob him
Boy, you smoking mid, that sh*t barely toxic
Mike tripping off the Runtz, I had to sprinkle Larry on it
Let your b*t*h throw the pu**y at me, I'ma Barry Bonds it
All them pics with that Glock .40, I smell the scary on him
I rock Virgil and Dior, yes, I'm a fancy guy
Bought your b*t*h Burberry undies, to put my hands inside
This 100 rounds, f**ker, it hits who you standing by
Finna buy a street in Detroit and name it "Scammer Drive"
B*t*h, I'm knowing I'm the man inside
Finna take a trip to LA, watch the Lambo fly
Put 100 on the dash, I ain't used to have no rides
Listen, b*t*h, this sh*t simple, you just jam and slide
If I catch him in that rust bucket, he gon' crash his ride
I heard her boyfriend mad, what, you mad she mine?
Cut into the worker on the plane, b*t*h, I asked for Sprite
I'ma ham him, I'm a scammer
Ride around with hammers, shoot this b*t*h like it's a camera
Heard you smokin' Bammer, Turtle Pie, b*t*h, I'm on Saturn
Footwork Margiela, I got paint work with the splatter
Catch an opp in traffic, punch his window till it shatter
Stan need to chill, .30 shotter make him scatter
Gang

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