Wiz Khalifa & Sosamann – Crispy T Lyrics

Wiz Khalifa & Sosamann – Crispy T Lyrics
Crispy T
Wiz Khalifa & Sosamann
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    "Crispy T." - Wiz Khalifa & Sosamann

    Album: Wiz Owens
    Track No: 02
    Boss lifestyle is the way that I live
    Do another show, spend it on fits
    Cars in the driveway, pounds in the crib
    Always stoned but I still handle business
    Schedule full, that's how a billionaire livin'
    I roll that one up, you can tell how it's hittin'
    A pound just came, you can smell from the kitchen
    A boss just ate, you can tell by the dishes
    My smoke too strong, I got everybody lifted
    My pack too loud, what you smokin' on whispers
    Your bitch just ain't the same, mine's different
    In Seattle for a few hours just to kick it
    Your songs ain't fuckin' with mine, that's my opinion
    She gotta bring that money on time to get my attention
    She know that I'm the one because of the cars driven
    Gotta hit the target every time, not attemptin'
    Started off shy, hit the weed, she actin' friendly
    Roll 'em in the sky, brought a P for the visit
    Always stay high, my team always crispy
    One hundred with that shit, you can miss me
    Put that little money up, it don't impress me
    Used to be my dog, now he act like the enemy
    You can't hit my phone, you can't hit the tree
    Got my money long 'cause ain't shit for free
    Put a lot of kush in the streets
    We all got somethin' to roll, everybody eats
    Now everybody roll, everybody known to eat
    Ballin' in this bitch, feelin' just like Kobe, B
    I like my money neat, bad bitch, she petite
    I done rocked Dior sneaks and spent some bands on these jeans
    Maybach with four seats, came with chrome havin' loafers
    Uh, uh, pickin' out the car, eeny, miny, moe
    Uh, uh, rollin' out the boat, seein' how it smoke
    Ayy, and that shit in the air, it ain't on the floor
    Always stay high, my team always crispy
    One hundred with that shit, you can miss me
    Put that little money up, it don't impress me
    Used to be my dog, now he act like the enemy
    You can't hit my phone, you can't hit the tree
    Got my money long 'cause ain't shit for free
    Put a lot of kush in the streets
    We all got somethin' to roll, everybody eats

    Writer(s): Cameron Jibril Thomaz & Anthony Denson.

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