Mann - Kickin It Wit The Lingo lyrics

[Hook] Ki-kickin it wit the lingo Crispy like a Pringle Ki-kickin it wit the lingo Crispy like a pringle Ki-kickin it wit the lingo Crispy like a pringle Ki-kickin it wit the lingo Crispy like a pringle Ki-kickin it wit the lingo Crispy like a pringle Ki-kickin it wit the lingo Crispy like a pringle Ki-kickin it wit the lingo Crispy like a pringle Ki-kickin it wit the lingo Crispy like a pringle [Verse 1: Mann] Black shades, fresh kicks, and a curly top If you a top model, you type of girl he bop In Hip-Hop with the swag boy, sure he'll rock I'm tryna be known as the man when my story stops But it ain't finna end soon, let that n***a grow Khaled said I'm the West Coast jigalo And you know I took it straight to the head Got co*ky, like girl we going straight to the bed No talking, no date, no need to conversate I know you got a donk and hé, I wish you head a bombin' face But I ain't trippin', girl, I try to get it in I know she is wit it by the lingo I be kickin I'm bringing the auto mackin' back into rap I'mma be the biggest, no opinions, immerse facts Been doin' this since a n***a sippin' on simalacs Now I'm closer than a ratio from skin to fat [Hook] [Verse 2: Skeme] Rubber grib, broady n***as know I'm with the rib Shoes tied tight, b**h I never could trip Birds boutta fly, n***a ready for the flip Three pieces on the Chevy, with them swole up lips Big money b**h, wouldn't have it any other way Two keys on the girl, it's a double date 5's go for 10, b**h I'm goin' in If Mann want to beat k**, tell a n***a in I'm getting famous and it's all of the mixtape I rip sh**, why you waiting on your big brakes? I f** a b**h, and have em begging for a dick brake Them last smokers, send them back til your sh** fades X-turn boping, he know how this young do I walk upon a p**y n***a with the gun drawn You know what it is when we come trough Bowl up sh**, and throw money out the sunroof [Hook] [Verse 3: Shawn Chrystopher] Sittin' in the coupe so high on some other sh** Having simple thoughts of this and rappers for the f** of it I had too much of it, never had luck with it I wonder me a wife, but all I get is to f** a b**h If life's a b**h, then hell yeah f** a b**h Same 4-7, what I'mma do with a f**ing sense? I need photos, girls ask for photos Because my dick'll keep em all up, no no-does So I ain't goin' no f**ing place I air it out, you don't like it, then protect your face Paid it forth, I'm ace Quit my day-job, and left the game without a trace Cause, no case, no sue, no lawyer, no proof Tom sowyar in his booth, you see that axe? Boy shoot the nice black, and I'mma stay here Cause in this movie you'll die, when you say I'll be right back [Hook]