Kris Kross
I dress like Kris Kross
Like I'm a big dog
Had to get it off the streets
And make my wrist talk
And I don't go out on the weekend
Unless its his block
And I'm with his thot
Servin all of his wops
Inhale 3 grams then I blow it in the air
Now you say you miss me baby girl you never cared
They was never with me nowadays they all appear
I was eating oatmeal doing push-ups in a cell
She wanna go fast lets get it
I came from rags to riches
She make the fastest digits
You want a bag ill get it
I love them ratchet bitches
And she be fancy with it
But she the baddest bitch
And your bitch she rat on niggas
And I got a tatted bitch
I got the candles lit
She think that I'm scandalous
Think she can handle it
Told me come over alone
I got my dick in her throat
Fuck her Im taking her soul
I dress like Kris Kross
Like I'm a big dog
Had to get it off the streets
And make my wrist talk
And I don't go out on the weekend
Unless its his block
And I'm with his thot
Servin all of his wops
Inhale 3 grams then I blow it in the air
Now you say you miss me baby girl you never cared
They was never with me nowadays they all appear
I was eating oatmeal doing push-ups in a cell
Like I'm a big dog
Had to get it off the streets
And make my wrist talk
And I don't go out on the weekend
Unless its his block
And I'm with his thot
Servin all of his wops
Inhale 3 grams then I blow it in the air
Now you say you miss me baby girl you never cared
They was never with me nowadays they all appear
I was eating oatmeal doing push-ups in a cell
She wanna go fast lets get it
I came from rags to riches
She make the fastest digits
You want a bag ill get it
I love them ratchet bitches
And she be fancy with it
But she the baddest bitch
And your bitch she rat on niggas
And I got a tatted bitch
I got the candles lit
She think that I'm scandalous
Think she can handle it
Told me come over alone
I got my dick in her throat
Fuck her Im taking her soul
I dress like Kris Kross
Like I'm a big dog
Had to get it off the streets
And make my wrist talk
And I don't go out on the weekend
Unless its his block
And I'm with his thot
Servin all of his wops
Inhale 3 grams then I blow it in the air
Now you say you miss me baby girl you never cared
They was never with me nowadays they all appear
I was eating oatmeal doing push-ups in a cell
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Writer(s): Laquarn Williams
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