Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I LIKE SPRITE, artist - Inochi
Date of issue: 10.12.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
I LIKE SPRITE |
I can’t sleep |
Sauce spilled wet my feet, insomniac |
My bae on, young nigga (Whoo, I feel like Halo in this bitch I might shoot) |
Tell these fuck niggas how we vomin man |
Get that bitch wet and get stomped (you already know, huh, storm) |
It’s Ski (hump pump, bitch, hump pump, gling) |
Ayy, gling |
I am a Nazi bitch, I am a Nazi (ayy) |
In a Maserati, in a Maserati (wet) |
Don’t fuck with niggas like I’m a Nazi (wet, flex, sex) |
Maserati, sees a psycho-nobody |
Mr. Moseby, Zack & Cody, running 'round the lobby |
Pull up, 10−4 copy, mhm (10−4, copy) |
Mr. Moseby, Zack & Cody, running 'round the lobby |
Pull up, 10−4 copy (okay like) |
Uh, I can’t sleep (okay) |
Sauce spilled wet my feet, bitch (okay, oh!) |
I can’t sleep (mhm) |
Sauce spilled wet my feet (yuh) |
Mr. Moseby, Zack & Cody, running 'round the lobby |
Pull up, 10−4 copy (lil' bitch) |
Mr. Moseby, Zack & Cody, running 'round the lobby |
Pull up, 10−4 copy |
VR All-Star (bitch) |
Shout-out my nigga, SB, bitch (ayy, bitch) |
Suck on my dick, umm |
Bitch, suck on my dick, umm (you got Xanax?) |
Tell 'em, uh, yuh, ayy |
Newport shorts smoke tastes so bad |
Hit a home run on the pussy, anal back (gling) |
My car, all black, no jet lag |
But you got the cocaine just like a wetback (co-co-co-caine) |
25 set, let me get my quarterback (quarter) |
Oh, yeah, yo' bitch just like a running back |
Hey, my wrist is so cold like a freezer (cold) |
You test me, I pull out the heater |
Two rocks and yo' pie-lot |
Oh, stop, umm, yuh (no, bitch, don’t stop) |
Hit yo' bitch with a 1−2-3, karate chop, hey (gling) |
Bitch, I hit her twice (twice) |
Yeah, she wipe me down (wipe me down) |
Yeah, she wanna fuck me (fuck) |
For my fucking clout (for my clout) |
All around (that bitch) |
That bitch, she all around (she all the fucking around) |
She gettin' passed around (yuh) |
She’s even in a crowd (crew) |
Mr. Moseby, Zack & Cody, running 'round the lobby |
Pull up, 10−4 copy, mhm |
Mr. Moseby, Zack & Cody, running 'round the lobby |
Pull up, 10−4 copy (okay like) |
Uh, I can’t sleep, mmm |
Sauce spilled wet my feet, bitch |
Uh, I can’t sleep, ayy |
Sauce spilled wet my feet, ayy |
Kick it like karate bitch I keep a black belt |
She get straight to the head |
She gon' give a nigga scalp (she gon' give a nigga) |
Pull up with you niggas, but I swear it won’t help |
Baby swimmin' in the river (swimmin') |
They gon' call you Michael Phelps (they gon' call you Michael-) |
Really been doin' this, since issa youngin' |
There’s nothing, we pull up, we bustin' |
Remember that bluffin'? |
Knew you were softer than blueberry muffins |
My niggas, they gunnin', that violence, they love it (Huh) |
We gon' do nothin', I’m swaggin' (i'm swaggin') |
Oh, wavy, lil' nigga, I’m splashin' (splashin') |
Catch up, you slow as molasses |
What you can’t see, you need you some glasses (what?) |
Keepin' the tuckin', we packin' (pop, pop) |
And lately a nigga be spazzin' (spazzin') |
I lay up, get head from a ratchet (okay) |
But my main bitch could probably win pageants (pageants) |
I’m so sick and tired of you flaggin' (you flaggin') |
'Cause that’s the reason that it had this (that it had this) |
Sweat the talk and get it brackin' (brr) |
Catch a lil-ass, I ain’t traffic (bah, bah) |
Ooh-ooh-ooh |
Ayy man, what the fuck? |
Ayy, ayy, you heard from this nigga Trunks bruh he said he got that lick, |
bruh where you at? |
Yo, you got one of the head or the stripes? |
Hold up, hold up- there he go right there, there he go right there |
Yo? |
Ayy nigga |
Woo? |
Ayy nigga I got- ayy man, I got Cupid down the block man, wanna get that shit |
right? |
Oh he down the block? |
Aight |
Y’all plain hype for knowing that and now the boys i got some fuck- in |
muhfuckin' Miami |
So- into the tempo that shit- hit my phone |
Aight, bae, we smokin' good tonight |
Y’all already know woo-woo, woooo |
Gang shit |