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saint-flex ii - poppa krypt lyrics lyrics

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[intro: poppa krypt]
shiny glove, shiny glove, shiny glove
(wait, what?)
shiny glove, shiny glove, shiny glove
(wait, what?)
shiny glove, shiny glove, shiny glove
(wait, what?)
shiny glove, shiny glove, shiny glove

[verse 1: poppa krypt]
saint+flex we revived (revived)
we got s+x tonight (tonight)

percocets on the flight (on the flight)
percocets on the flight (yuh+huh)

molly we high (too high)
shawty go high (she got high)
shawty go high (she go high)

me and my baby we bool (bool)
ayy, i told hoe: “get in the coupe”
ayy, she give the top, she gon’ drool
ayy, i’m f+ckin’ up that whole swoop, ayy

all of my diamonds they flawless, huh
all of the demons i summon, huh
we ain’t got nothin’ in common (nah)
we ain’t got nothin’ in common (nah)

i’m f+ckin’ a thot, she too soft
she wanna f+ck, i let her f+ck

i’m rockin’ vlone, it’s from the mob
b+tch, i’m on the throne, feel like a god

b+tches wan’ f+ck on me, they hot
b+tches wan’ f+ck on me, they hot

and i’m pullin’ up in my benz with a smokin’
yeah, hoe, i’m pullin’ up in a smokin’ (yuh)

diamonds on my wrists, it’s frozen (yuh)
diamonds on my wrist, frozen (yuh)
diamonds on my wrists, it’s frozen, huh
ice on my neck, frozen (f+ck, f+ck)

[verse 2: jeffeh n.y.d & poppa krypt]
these b+tches be ridin my d+ck (what?)
these b+tches be ridin my d+ck (d+ck!)
these b+tches be suckin’ my d+ck (ah!?)
these b+tches be+
(f+ck!)
i got stacks on stacks
i got money on piles
i got opps in my house
but i leave ’em outside

what these b+tches about?
what these b+tches about?
i don’t even know
but these are b+tches loud

yeah they hurtin’ my ears
i am yo’ peer
learn from me
leave the house key
out in the backyard
under the tree

don’t give her that d
i ain’t keeping it r
i’m keepin it g
so please dont give her that d (don’t give her that d)

so please don’t give her that d
please don’t give her that d
i said, please don’t give her that d
so, please don’t give her that d
these other white rappers ain’t hard when they rhyme
but i’m spitting bars back to back every time
you also could be the greatest, that’s right
if i just stopped rapping or be unalived (f+ck)



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