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Kris Stasse
Kris Stasse
Performer
TWill Studio Productions
TWill Studio Productions
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kris Stasse
Kris Stasse
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
TWill Studio Productions
TWill Studio Productions
Producer

Letra

No they cannot ID me Why Cause imma rare mother fucka Not the same mother fucka That you mother fucka see up on ya TV Jump off the scene bitch we living life 4D Yeah One call and my niggas gettin Hyfy Ya boyfriend always tryna be like me uh Am I fucking on his bitch shit I might be Hit me 3AM tryna hit me with the Yacky Said my shit was giant I'm the black Jeremy Shockey Mr take a nigga bitch like that shit my hobby Uh I'm bout to black out Swimming laps give her rounds till I crash out Spilled liquor on the carpet hope it wash out Last year won't shit but I'm up now Uh I'll be director baby play your role The way you do it for your fans you got crowd control Like we kids let me slide it in your cubbyhole We Grew up then that cubby turned to glory hole Yeah you nasty Say my name till it's coming out raspy Ocean breeze till your bring the kid nirvana You Tryna fondle with this black Americana Just Checked my phone and it's clips from Kiona Telling me to hurry up to California Just booked the flight then we fucking up the Westin I need the angle baby let me get your best end If you with it shit you can go and call your best friend Don't worry that is something I can handle Headboard knocked the trophies off the mantle Oh shit we hit a candle And the drapes on fire No he can never do it like me I bend you over stretch it out like this Pilates I'm So official no i never needed ID You told me that you do not like that shit politely I'm going dummy in this bitch I Start at night time till it's sunny in the bitch Heard through the grapevine yeah I'm never known to miss I Always stay high Im a goldmine lil bitch Shit I might be Be the one that's fucking on your wifey Taxing other niggas cause she pricey Baby yeah you fucking up my white tee Do not play with me that game is dicey Shit I might be Yeah I might be Be that kind a guy to change your life Let the smoke clear through the night Yeah ight Yeah ight Cold times done blacked out my heart Rare one yea we so far apart Fat J I need that flame to spark Fast lane no we don't sit in park Leave me numb no Linkin Park Turn around let me see you arch Ride me hands up amusement park Ahhh ahh
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