KIA SHINE FT MISTAH FAB KRISPY (REMIX) Lyrics

[Intro: Kinfolk]
Here is the true story I got to tell
About this rapper Kia Shine who be fresh as hell
He wear the krispiest clothes and the krispiest kicks (showtime)
And he 'bout to hurt the game with a krispy 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 thing that's on my hand (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 how the seats went back
I got my tank top on, and my bucket hat
I told her,
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 chain, match the g______ frames
I came to mingle when I'm krispy as a pringle

[Chorus]
I'm so krispy, I'm so krispy
My jeans nine hundred, shoes 850
(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
In the hundred dollars sneakers
Whoa my traffic jams in LA was like wow!
So fresh on BET, Boosie had to wipe me down
Kinfolk Kia Shine that's my name and
I can go the whole song, talkin bout my name brands
Heard some haters say I was a one hit wonder,
Independant gettin' money for the last six summers (hater! )
(Who's Kia Shine girl he sound superfly)
You ain't got MTV, whut you mean who am I?
I'ma do I-phone numbers, new season about to kill me
And my release gon' be bigger than Pac and Paris Hilton

[Chorus]

[Jim Jones]
Jones,
So kripsy (yep) so kripsy
Chain eighty stacks in the car 2-60
Paper like that and the car come from Sicily
Prayin' like that in the broads get frisky (hey ma')
Maybe a menage licky licky
Can't tell her time that you part get 'em dizzy (no)
Yeah I got to have it I just love to spend money (aw! )
Went around laughin like everything funny (ah ah ah)
But it is not a joke (no)
Them yellow diamonds like the middle of a yolk (bling)
Champagne spillin' from the toast
Toast, s___!
I solemnly swear
We gon' gettin' paper every hour of the year!