Song | Krystal Karrington |
Artist | Camp Lo |
Album | Uptown Saturday Night |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Wallace, Wilds, Willis | |
On and on and some try to do this | |
Yes y'allin to the Camplo | |
[Verse 1] | |
I get Krystal Karrington, ice rock gritty | |
Carly doh on flowin tea flashers, Acapolco how my sign seen | |
Second to catch it | |
First I feel it when I peel it | |
In the hall wit my orchestra, orchestratin my plans | |
[Verse 2] | |
Gifted Caramela, cinderella hold a fella tight | |
Make the octopussy do tha why to see for the night | |
Call me by first name - Cheeba, sip the tang divas | |
In my sinasex get the intersect, it's the kid | |
But she make me wanna holla pass a dollar wit glass | |
Sucky, sucky for the nookie, meditatin on that arse | |
Doc that feel good, but it feel good when I splash | |
Get me high make me eat the hunky pie, Seaworld | |
[Verse 3] | |
We gone navigate the underground, blammin out Metropolis | |
Higher rock to this said the 85 I take my steez | |
Turnin towards Kahlua, knew I shouldn't a ran it through | |
And I should clean my shadow, any in that ego | |
We could take it to the Lugers, Cheeba make them unfold | |
Took my scammer s'now old, meditate on this one | |
Check I'm freezin wit the flame I put the blame on tough job | |
Generatin low life, Geechi Suede c'est la vie | |
[Verse 4] | |
Shook it off, now start to say one Bogart | |
Caca, Caca convince her and bulletproof heart | |
Its swift ice burglins on clips don't slip | |
They shift the diamonds we suck on my crew and lucky stips | |
Chorus x2 | |
[Verse 5] | |
Above the aquapool, hovercrafts teleport my lubricant | |
Golden axe, who's the drunken monk, uno delegate | |
Margarita glinch, lyric cannon out my trench | |
Welcome back to Fairy, Sonny Cheeba out garden | |
[Verse 6] | |
(Count to ten) I freaks my porter bloody peaks in | |
Don't theme the pimps for his devil ment (fuck that) | |
Need this, game genie pourin me a weeny and a buttist | |
Sustain that gain while I free fall | |
(Lets do this) Hoppin, sat in not jivin | |
Hijackin trains like (everybody get some) | |
Its like that ho height, elephants speak up | |
Down the wino Jones in pardon if I break up | |
[Verse 7] | |
Protectin east give the signals, got my henchman a mail ya | |
Convincin Kashmir runnin cat scans on sequence | |
Then we Shalamar assassinate the seminar | |
Simarotta symphony hit the ball flee the globe | |
Dynamo dinero, crusade genie casino | |
Cheeba ride the rhino, royal rubies at Reno | |
Venezuela electric, twistin trees Tahiti | |
Forty these a terror that ever belongs to Suede | |
[Verse 8] | |
(Crash) Tell a tubby cos Angelica is tellin a | |
Cash sarratoga, Fahrenheit is flat, fuck the die | |
End of year for this Kashmir, Suede shit bro | |
Microwavin yo ass, and meltin in yo mouth, like | |
CHORUS x2 |
zuo ci : Wallace, Wilds, Willis | |
On and on and some try to do this | |
Yes y' allin to the Camplo | |
Verse 1 | |
I get Krystal Karrington, ice rock gritty | |
Carly doh on flowin tea flashers, Acapolco how my sign seen | |
Second to catch it | |
First I feel it when I peel it | |
In the hall wit my orchestra, orchestratin my plans | |
Verse 2 | |
Gifted Caramela, cinderella hold a fella tight | |
Make the octopussy do tha why to see for the night | |
Call me by first name Cheeba, sip the tang divas | |
In my sinasex get the intersect, it' s the kid | |
But she make me wanna holla pass a dollar wit glass | |
Sucky, sucky for the nookie, meditatin on that arse | |
Doc that feel good, but it feel good when I splash | |
Get me high make me eat the hunky pie, Seaworld | |
Verse 3 | |
We gone navigate the underground, blammin out Metropolis | |
Higher rock to this said the 85 I take my steez | |
Turnin towards Kahlua, knew I shouldn' t a ran it through | |
And I should clean my shadow, any in that ego | |
We could take it to the Lugers, Cheeba make them unfold | |
Took my scammer s' now old, meditate on this one | |
Check I' m freezin wit the flame I put the blame on tough job | |
Generatin low life, Geechi Suede c' est la vie | |
Verse 4 | |
Shook it off, now start to say one Bogart | |
Caca, Caca convince her and bulletproof heart | |
Its swift ice burglins on clips don' t slip | |
They shift the diamonds we suck on my crew and lucky stips | |
Chorus x2 | |
Verse 5 | |
Above the aquapool, hovercrafts teleport my lubricant | |
Golden axe, who' s the drunken monk, uno delegate | |
Margarita glinch, lyric cannon out my trench | |
Welcome back to Fairy, Sonny Cheeba out garden | |
Verse 6 | |
Count to ten I freaks my porter bloody peaks in | |
Don' t theme the pimps for his devil ment fuck that | |
Need this, game genie pourin me a weeny and a buttist | |
Sustain that gain while I free fall | |
Lets do this Hoppin, sat in not jivin | |
Hijackin trains like everybody get some | |
Its like that ho height, elephants speak up | |
Down the wino Jones in pardon if I break up | |
Verse 7 | |
Protectin east give the signals, got my henchman a mail ya | |
Convincin Kashmir runnin cat scans on sequence | |
Then we Shalamar assassinate the seminar | |
Simarotta symphony hit the ball flee the globe | |
Dynamo dinero, crusade genie casino | |
Cheeba ride the rhino, royal rubies at Reno | |
Venezuela electric, twistin trees Tahiti | |
Forty these a terror that ever belongs to Suede | |
Verse 8 | |
Crash Tell a tubby cos Angelica is tellin a | |
Cash sarratoga, Fahrenheit is flat, fuck the die | |
End of year for this Kashmir, Suede shit bro | |
Microwavin yo ass, and meltin in yo mouth, like | |
CHORUS x2 |
zuò cí : Wallace, Wilds, Willis | |
On and on and some try to do this | |
Yes y' allin to the Camplo | |
Verse 1 | |
I get Krystal Karrington, ice rock gritty | |
Carly doh on flowin tea flashers, Acapolco how my sign seen | |
Second to catch it | |
First I feel it when I peel it | |
In the hall wit my orchestra, orchestratin my plans | |
Verse 2 | |
Gifted Caramela, cinderella hold a fella tight | |
Make the octopussy do tha why to see for the night | |
Call me by first name Cheeba, sip the tang divas | |
In my sinasex get the intersect, it' s the kid | |
But she make me wanna holla pass a dollar wit glass | |
Sucky, sucky for the nookie, meditatin on that arse | |
Doc that feel good, but it feel good when I splash | |
Get me high make me eat the hunky pie, Seaworld | |
Verse 3 | |
We gone navigate the underground, blammin out Metropolis | |
Higher rock to this said the 85 I take my steez | |
Turnin towards Kahlua, knew I shouldn' t a ran it through | |
And I should clean my shadow, any in that ego | |
We could take it to the Lugers, Cheeba make them unfold | |
Took my scammer s' now old, meditate on this one | |
Check I' m freezin wit the flame I put the blame on tough job | |
Generatin low life, Geechi Suede c' est la vie | |
Verse 4 | |
Shook it off, now start to say one Bogart | |
Caca, Caca convince her and bulletproof heart | |
Its swift ice burglins on clips don' t slip | |
They shift the diamonds we suck on my crew and lucky stips | |
Chorus x2 | |
Verse 5 | |
Above the aquapool, hovercrafts teleport my lubricant | |
Golden axe, who' s the drunken monk, uno delegate | |
Margarita glinch, lyric cannon out my trench | |
Welcome back to Fairy, Sonny Cheeba out garden | |
Verse 6 | |
Count to ten I freaks my porter bloody peaks in | |
Don' t theme the pimps for his devil ment fuck that | |
Need this, game genie pourin me a weeny and a buttist | |
Sustain that gain while I free fall | |
Lets do this Hoppin, sat in not jivin | |
Hijackin trains like everybody get some | |
Its like that ho height, elephants speak up | |
Down the wino Jones in pardon if I break up | |
Verse 7 | |
Protectin east give the signals, got my henchman a mail ya | |
Convincin Kashmir runnin cat scans on sequence | |
Then we Shalamar assassinate the seminar | |
Simarotta symphony hit the ball flee the globe | |
Dynamo dinero, crusade genie casino | |
Cheeba ride the rhino, royal rubies at Reno | |
Venezuela electric, twistin trees Tahiti | |
Forty these a terror that ever belongs to Suede | |
Verse 8 | |
Crash Tell a tubby cos Angelica is tellin a | |
Cash sarratoga, Fahrenheit is flat, fuck the die | |
End of year for this Kashmir, Suede shit bro | |
Microwavin yo ass, and meltin in yo mouth, like | |
CHORUS x2 |