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Kryptonite Video (MV)




Performed By: Allen Wolf
Language: English
Length: 2:51
Written by: S Allen




Allen Wolf - Kryptonite Lyrics
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Kryptonite
This bitch like my kryptonite
Bad mood
Bigger blues
Feeling like a Crip tonight ayy
Ay
Ay
Ay
Hanging out the window of a drop top
Waving my pistol faded
With a widow I created
Had to have her man cremated
Off the product lines
She a quick study and she Prada mine
Gucci since I took from groupie shivers to life of fine wine
Dining and spritzers
Chauffeured in the sprinter
I was in her
Her momma gave her ass
I gave her dinner
North Face through the winter
I'm still a nigga from jersey
No matter the island temperature always crispy when early with the plotted mind
Dotted line
I scheme for the paper on paper
Vanilla wafers with my waivers
All you niggas tasteless
My invoices don't send voices they send payments
So we decide if it's island or Porsche when coppin Caymans
The mind is dangerous
I'm gifted
So I read it and weep
Prescribed prescriptions of dick to shorties that need the sleep
Black skully in all white parties
Nigga I need to see
If I really need this shit or if they needed me
Pack lunches for black brunches
In case a nigga wanna snuff me
We got the gat stuffing if cats hungry
Kryptonite
This bitch like my kryptonite
Bad mood
Bigger blues
Feeling like a Crip tonight ayy
Ay
Ay
Ay
Hands to the body God
I bought her light fixtures to keep her close to me
Isn't too impressive to pass a Rose the rosary
She got a thing for foreign rozays
Italian Malbecs
Theres beauty in her smile and I'm just thinking how I'll foul step
And f*ck her over
Post traumatic
My ex was most dramatic
When I'd body the pussy I had to close the casket
They aint f*ck with niggas til we had the Ye look
But they aint f*ck with Ye and look at how Ye look
My niggas' sons and daughters need more than food and water
So it aint bout what I bought ya
Its bout where I brought ya
Game faces to change paces the maze got him
Same laces since before you niggas knew about us
New money so my nigga keep a rouger round him
We ain't tryna turn to hash tags
We too astounding
Starkiller I just threw the sound in
Knew the vowels would do you down
Now you moving round it
Wild
Kryptonite
This bitch like my kryptonite
Bad mood
Bigger blues
Feeling like a Crip tonight ayy
Ay
Ay
Ay
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English

Kryptonite
This bitch like my kryptonite
Bad mood
Bigger blues
Feeling like a Crip tonight ayy
Ay
Ay
Ay
Hanging out the window of a drop top
Waving my pistol faded
With a widow I created
Had to have her man cremated
Off the product lines
She a quick study and she Prada mine
Gucci since I took from groupie shivers to life of fine wine
Dining and spritzers
Chauffeured in the sprinter
I was in her
Her momma gave her ass
I gave her dinner
North Face through the winter
I'm still a nigga from jersey
No matter the island temperature always crispy when early with the plotted mind
Dotted line
I scheme for the paper on paper
Vanilla wafers with my waivers
All you niggas tasteless
My invoices don't send voices they send payments
So we decide if it's island or Porsche when coppin Caymans
The mind is dangerous
I'm gifted
So I read it and weep
Prescribed prescriptions of dick to shorties that need the sleep
Black skully in all white parties
Nigga I need to see
If I really need this shit or if they needed me
Pack lunches for black brunches
In case a nigga wanna snuff me
We got the gat stuffing if cats hungry
Kryptonite
This bitch like my kryptonite
Bad mood
Bigger blues
Feeling like a Crip tonight ayy
Ay
Ay
Ay
Hands to the body God
I bought her light fixtures to keep her close to me
Isn't too impressive to pass a Rose the rosary
She got a thing for foreign rozays
Italian Malbecs
Theres beauty in her smile and I'm just thinking how I'll foul step
And f*ck her over
Post traumatic
My ex was most dramatic
When I'd body the pussy I had to close the casket
They aint f*ck with niggas til we had the Ye look
But they aint f*ck with Ye and look at how Ye look
My niggas' sons and daughters need more than food and water
So it aint bout what I bought ya
Its bout where I brought ya
Game faces to change paces the maze got him
Same laces since before you niggas knew about us
New money so my nigga keep a rouger round him
We ain't tryna turn to hash tags
We too astounding
Starkiller I just threw the sound in
Knew the vowels would do you down
Now you moving round it
Wild
Kryptonite
This bitch like my kryptonite
Bad mood
Bigger blues
Feeling like a Crip tonight ayy
Ay
Ay
Ay
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Writer: S Allen
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