KIA SHINE

KIA SHINE - Krispy (Remix) lyrics

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(feat. Swizz Beats, Jim Jones, Slim Thug, E-40, ...) [Intro: Kinfolk] Here is the true story I got to tell About this rapper Kia Shine who be fresh as hell And whether this Krispy is cold (showtime) And this Krispy is king [?] Anybody the errty game was the Kripsy remix [Swizz Beatz] Whip it on em, lemme see you whip it on em Ay, whip it on em, lemme see you whip it on em Ay, hit the floor, lemme see you hit the floor Krispy, hit the floor, lemme see you hit the floor (Showtime!) Whip it on em, lemme see you whip it on em Ay, whip it on em, lemme see you whip it on em (come on) Ay, hit the floor, lemme see you hit the floor Krispy, hit the floor, lemme see you hit the floor [Verse 1: Swizz Beatz] Krispy, is what I am You see the glass fingaz that's on my hands (urghhh!) You can catch me if you can Cuz in the hood they call me Swizzy Bread Man (Swizzy!) I got the black on black They couldn't believe that I came in that They couldn't believe after Swizz is back I got my tic-tac on, and my bucket hat I told ya, Say my name, say my say my say my name (Swizz! Yep!) Say my name, say my say my say my name (Yep! Showtime!) You see the champ at the god damn Frank [?] [Chorus:] I'm so krispy, I'm so krispy My jeans nine hundreds shoes head 50 (This is the remix!) I'm so kripsy, I'm so krispy Become to being fly, you can't get with me [Kinfolk:] I party like a rockstar Pray like a preacher Dress like a player And that on a dollars sneakers Who my traffic jams and the labels like wow! Who be fresh on BET, Boosie had to wipe me down Kinfolk Kia Shine that's my name and I can't go to hoes on, suck it bout my name brands Er'some haters see I was on one hit happen And the Ten' gettin' money on the last six summers (haters) (Who's Kia Shine girl he sound superfly) He ain't got MTV, whut you mean on Ma I'ma do I phone numbers, [?] about to kills me On what at least gon' be the bigger man then Pac and [?] [Jim Jones:] Jones, So kripsy (yep) so kripsy Chain eighty stacks in the car 2-60 Paper like that in the car come from Sissly [?] Prayin' like that in the broads can't freeze me (hey ma') Maybe I'm a nice licky licky (oh) Can't tell her time that you part get 'em dizzy (no) Yeah I got to have it like the [?] money (aw!) [?] around like everything funny (ah ah ah) You can't believe this not a joke (no) Them yellow diamonds like the middle of the yacht (bling) Champagne spillin' for the talk Toast, shit! [?] We gon' gettin' paper every hour of the year!

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