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mistah crisp - skrt lyrics

mistah crisp

[verse 1]
wet -ss cuban link
got a couple bands dripping down the sink
i got a ring to bling when i put it in the stink
let let let it flow no f-cking kink
making it bigger f-ck six seven figure i’ll make it up to eight
listen to my sh-t and say ain’t no debate
she say i taste like pineapple
i’ll make that face an artwork with my donger dabble, it’s dapper
loading up that trunk with that punk sp-nk
beefing me take your knees to the godd-mn snapper
call me the newest realest rapper making it to your mapper
throw em out the back and b-tch cap’er

[verse 2]
spitting out them mad bars to prove my fact
flapping your mouth like that sh-t out wack
look at you little f-cking d-mn pup
i’m down to double cup but i’m not f-cked up enough
she don’t even want a sig ye she want a ciggie ye
saying she swear she like my fair hair
girl wanted an affair then i skrted out like a scared hare
to where?
don’t got enough time to care
only some there to take in bare air

[verse 3]
ducking out to come in cuffing
think i’m on some bluffing but i’m hustling
chest puffing to make you start on bustling
straight bloodsucking make you run clucking
dead weight so stick your five digits in a grater
wanted to bait but i’m much better traitor
play you like plane of paper
where it at
stack it fat
might get a new matte tat of a mad hat just where you sat
luck like a black cat welcome you in with a mat
never gonna see you back so don’t give me flak
so i bump that plump rump all on in my shack
then kick it to roll it up from my backpack
pull dope and the mac swear on that sh-t like a f-ck boy with his snap back on track

[verse 4]
run that bag around town
gotten the clout to make a new noun
like put the old me down just to get the crown
drown till i ain’t around
so i smoke up another pound
ain’t at peace with this grease
so i want a nice piece
of this sh-t imported like suisse
got a new girl but she still got me p-ssed
tryna get me but these b-tches always missed
stuck to me like a fist sized cyst
but they’ll fade away soon like a fine mist
f-ck it i’ll slit up a third wrist
i don’t even want to exist in the midst

- mistah crisp lyrics

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