iSpy - KYLE Ft. Lil Yachty (Speed Up)

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  • Опубликовано: 29 янв 2025
  • I do NOT own this song. I simply just speed up the music.
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    Lyrics:
    [Kyle:]
    I ain't been gettin' high...
    Well, maybe a little, baby, I don't wanna lie
    I know when you text me girl, I don't always reply
    Well, you're not an angel either, you can't even fly
    I notice, you think that you know shit
    All this shade that's coming at me, I wonder who throws it
    They can't see the vision, boy, they must be out of focus
    That's a real hot album, homie, I wonder who wrote it, oh, shit
    Otay, pray them niggas go away
    Always hella clowns around it look like Cirque Du Soleil
    This is not the album either, these are just the throwaways
    This shit still so cold when it drop, it's gonna be a motherfucking snow day
    Ayy, boy is good and he knows it, he don't say it, he shows it
    I am just like the DeRozan, if I shoot it, it goes in
    I am in Cali just coastin', get 'em so wet they need coasters
    I got a selfie with Oprah, I just ain't never post it
    And I'm in my happy place posted, I ain't frown since '06
    I ain't cried since '01, my pad like Six Flags and your house is no fun
    You can come back to mine though, your friend ain't cute, but it's fine though
    We gon' end on a high note
    I spy with my little eye
    A girlie I can get 'cause she don't get too many likes
    A curly-headed cutie I can turn into my wife
    Wait, that means forever, ever, hold up, never mind
    I spy with my little eye
    A girlie I can get 'cause she don't get too many likes
    A curly-headed cutie I can turn into my wife
    Wait, that means forever, ever, hold up, never mind
    Oh, I, I spy with my little eye
    I spy, I spy with my little eye
    Oh, I, I spy with my little eye
    I spy, I spy with my little eye
    Oh, I...
    [Lil Yachty:]
    She said she twenty-one, I might have to I.D. that
    All my bitches come in pairs like balls in my nutsack
    I remember riding around the city in a Hatchback
    Lookin' for a problem with my young goblins
    I'm a send a model home with her neck throbbin'
    I done made so much money that it's non-stoppin'
    Got my brothers on my back like the last name
    I remember tellin' everyone I couldn't be tamed
    Whoa, six months later I had stacks and now I'm in the game
    Went from fake chains to diamonds in another lane
    Went from "Can you take me here?" to screening out the lane
    Went from "Damn this nigga lame" to remember my name
    So I remember all the people who ain't fucked with me
    They went to college now all them niggas is history
    Upgraded from gold to diamonds in my tee
    Riding deep in the van, like we lookin' for a mystery (Raggy!)
    So don't fuck with me, no, lately I been livin' like luxury
    Boat and Kyle stick together like piano keys
    And on my mother's mother I won't fuck a bitch without a damn rubber
    [Kyle:]
    I spy with my little eye
    A girlie I can get 'cause she don't get too many likes
    A curly-headed cutie I can turn into my wife
    Wait, that means forever, ever, hold up, never mind
    Oh, I... I spy with my little eye
    A girlie I can get 'cause she don't get too many likes
    A curly-headed cutie I can turn into my wife
    Wait, that means forever, ever, hold up, never mind
    Oh, I, I spy with my little eye
    I spy, I spy with my little eye
    Oh, I, I spy with my little eye
    I spy, I spy with my little eye
    Oh, I...
    I do NOT own this song. I simply just speed up the music.

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