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saint-flex ii - poppa krypt 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)

- poppa krypt lyrics

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