Lyric: Skyfall by Cris Strife
Skyfall
Cris Strife
GENRE
(Verse 1: Cris Strife)
Put it in her face to show that bitch just how I’m cummin (coming)
I was sleepin on the floor and eatin crumbs up out the oven
We still broker den a bitch but now my spirit up and up and runnin
We still
Packing up like we was movin for nothin
Still actin up like they ain’t knew we was comin
Still flexin tough because it ain’t enough
To stand strong in this bitch I’m forever gon run it
Runnin up the check just like a marathon
I’m runnin up my shit until I blow up like the fuckin Boston marathon
Cause bitch I’m in my bag just like a terrorist
You mentionin my name we pressin heat up heat yo body like you flareon
Just becausе I’m referencing a Pokémon don’t think that I’m just playin wit you coi I’m ciccin cacc so pussy carry on
Bitch I’m only 16 showing up da grown ups
Lil boi you think it’s sweet gеt turnt into a donut
Huh cause mama Always said I had an old soul
Never one fore kiddin round trynn kick it wit the grown folks
Learned my abcs and started doin numbers solo
1 2 3 and then I’m bouncin with the 44
Cross em out up on his face he thinkin he was chrollo
Put em on a shirt like we trynna do some promo
Atrapar cuerpos como una gimnasta
Choppa to his matta body count ocho
El que la hace la paga
What goes around comes around like it’s samsara
You thick and you dense but ain’t shit on yo māthā
I make yo bitch spin on my dick like bachata
El que la hace la paga
What goes around comes around like it’s samsara
You thick and you dense but ain’t shit on yo māthā
Boi at yo muhfuckin throat like corbata
Put it in her face to show that bitch just how I’m cummin (coming)
I was sleepin on the floor and eatin crumbs up out the oven
We still broker den a bitch but now my spirit up and up and runnin
We still
Packing up like we was movin for nothin
Still actin up like they ain’t knew we was comin
Still flexin tough because it ain’t enough
To stand strong in this bitch I’m forever gon run it
Runnin up the check just like a marathon
I’m runnin up my shit until I blow up like the fuckin Boston marathon
Cause bitch I’m in my bag just like a terrorist
You mentionin my name we pressin heat up heat yo body like you flareon
Just becausе I’m referencing a Pokémon don’t think that I’m just playin wit you coi I’m ciccin cacc so pussy carry on
Bitch I’m only 16 showing up da grown ups
Lil boi you think it’s sweet gеt turnt into a donut
Huh cause mama Always said I had an old soul
Never one fore kiddin round trynn kick it wit the grown folks
Learned my abcs and started doin numbers solo
1 2 3 and then I’m bouncin with the 44
Cross em out up on his face he thinkin he was chrollo
Put em on a shirt like we trynna do some promo
Atrapar cuerpos como una gimnasta
Choppa to his matta body count ocho
El que la hace la paga
What goes around comes around like it’s samsara
You thick and you dense but ain’t shit on yo māthā
I make yo bitch spin on my dick like bachata
El que la hace la paga
What goes around comes around like it’s samsara
You thick and you dense but ain’t shit on yo māthā
Boi at yo muhfuckin throat like corbata
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