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Krizzle Krizzle

 

Krizzle Krizzle

(album: A Style Not Quite Free - 2021)


That shit's [?]
It be [?] fell off
Hey 12 for 12, I'ma rap that new one too
Young Krizzle crazy though

There I go again, there I go again trying to take it work
Everything I say, everything I say, I put it on a shirt
Man if I keep this up, I'ma get everything I want
Keep doing what I'm doing cause I'm doing what these other niggas don't
Ugh, shit was crazy been crazy, I'm just trying to mix the flow with the flava
Keep it louder than cable, ugh, whipping till Oprah my neighbor
If you ain't scoring all the points or winning in the finals them labels will trade ya
If a nigga can't respect the stats and you balling out the trap, them niggas is haters, ugh
Ain't no reason, just to flash though, wood grain on the dashboard
I been shitting on these non-believers, money made me an asshole
Walking round the bank, asking all the bank tellers "Why so serious?"
They only know me by my government nowadays and they way too curious
"How he getting money money?" Ugh
"He deposit like its nothing", ugh
I'm the last dragon breathing, ugh
Def Jam kept me in the dungeon, ugh
Now I'm on the dough, on the grind
Of the boy, break it down
Mirror-mirror-mirror on the wall, who the coldest MC around?
Creeping, crawling, bumping sounds, got more TV than a lounge
Bottle service white and brown, so much drank that I can drown
Stand on the back of these couches, shout out to DJ that shout us
The love us with more than them vultures, its crazy the industry doubt us
So I'm picking up the pieces, pressing them stars in the creases
Make it where they gotta see me, pay me just to come to meetings
Ain't nothing change, ain't nothing changes, ain't nothing changed at all
I'm still Multi till the sun die and I'm doing this for my dawgs
Krizzle

They holla krizzle, krizzle, krizzle, krizzle
They holla krizzle, krizzle, krizzle, krizzle
Like that there, they holla krizzle, krizzle, krizzle, krizzle
One time now, they holla krizzle, krizzle, krizzle, krizzle
Ugh, 12 for 12, I'm 12 for 12, I'm 12 for 12
Krizzle, krizzle, krizzle, krizzle
Ugh, they holla krizzle, krizzle, krizzle, krizzle
Ugh, they holla krizzle, krizzle, krizzle, krizzle
Let's go
[?] right there, hah

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