Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song iSpy, artist - KYLE.
Date of issue: 08.06.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
iSpy |
Man, fuck |
What’s wrong Kyle? |
Man, these kids, man, talkin' shit, makin' me feel bad |
Man, fuck them kids, bro! |
Look around, bro, look at life |
Man, you’re right |
Mmm, you see, you see these fine bitches over here? |
Yeah, whoa… |
You see these trees man? |
You see this water? |
I guess it is okay |
Come on, man, you got so much more to appreciate, man |
Man you know what, y-you're right… |
You damn right I’m right, I can’t remember a time I was god-damn wrong |
Man, thanks, Lil Boat |
Hey man, that’s what I’m here for |
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 noticed, you think that you know shit |
All this shade that’s comin' 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 mothafuckin' snow day |
Ayy, boy is good and he knows it, he don’t say it, he shows it |
I’m just like DeRozan, if I shoot it, it goes in |
I’m in Cali just coastin', get 'em so wet they need coasters (Facts) |
I got a selfie with Oprah (Facts), I just ain’t never post it |
And I’m in my happy place posted |
I ain’t frowned 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 |
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 |
She said she 21, I might have to ID that |
All my bitches come in pairs like balls in my nutsack |
I remember ridin' around the city in a Hatchback |
Lookin' for a problem with my young goblins |
I’ma 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 |
Woah, six months later, I had snapped and now I’m in the game |
Went from fake chains to diamonds in another lane |
Went from «Can you take me here?» |
to screenin' 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 |
I upgraded from gold to diamonds in my teeth |
Ridin' 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 |
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 |