Spice Language

Lyrics

[Intro] KrispyLife, bitch It's with a K, dumb ass (Damn, Max, this one's too hard) Fuck goin' on, nigga? Ayy [Verse] Niggas hit my line every time, they tryna fix a drought Hit a nigga spot, but I'm in and out Dog died from a post, that's the end of clout Hit a nigga crib with big shit, this'll bend the couch Clip longer than a paragraph with no conclusion Wanna be inside my hood, bitch, with no confusion Always talkin' 'bout the money you made, ain't you 'posed to do it? You took a L on that weak-ass chain, you wasn't supposed to lose it (Damn, Max, this one's too hard) This bitch hard as fuck Wide-screen in the SUV, I can park this truck If I clap my hands hard enough, it'll start the truck Off two Perc 30s, make it hard to bust Freaky bitch, she'll hit me with that neck thrower All I got is shooters on my team, Leandro Barbosa Street nigga turned rapper, I'm a park owner Torture dog, fuck around and turn into a dart thrower Somebody grab razorblades I'm all about my chicken, bitch, no Raising Canes I be skippin' states, from plane to plane Dog don't really want the beef, fuck Famous Daves (This one's too hard) Fuck an associate Dog say the wrong shit in here, I'll rope this bitch She ain't all the way a gram up, I had to coach this bitch I'm servin' to an old gang member, I want loc to quit I'm convinced, dog ain't shit but a burger You a store runner, you a worker You ain't never been the boss of shit, you a purper Cameras in the crib, they sense motion, what's a lurker? You stuntin' with your bitch, word check, what's the purpose? I'm ready to up the score in this bitch, I just Dirked him Damn, shit, fuck, alright Okay, bitch Your favorite rapper just sad as fuck (Damn, Max, this one's too hard) Dog tried to— alright, alright Your favorite rapper, he goin' out sad as fuck I had to hold that nigga, he tried to dap me up You let all the homies hit, why I'm the last to fuck? I know you smokin' boo-boo, please don't pass the blunt If you scared, go to church, hit a pastor up Catch dog comin' out of church, I hit a pastor up I came up on bullshit, we don't fight fair I wanted to boom and wrap the trap, bringin' Mike there The whole team got twenty-threes like Mike here A drunk ho fell on the table, now I got white hair [Outro] (Damn, Max, this one's too hard) Fuck goin' on, nigga? KrispyLife Art, Art, Art Art, Art, Art of Spice Talk Bitch, the art of spice talking Bitch, the art of spice talking Art of spice talking part 2, dumb bitch (Damn, Max, this one's too hard)