Lyrical Breakdown of KISSY, FACE EMOJI! - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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Gently spin me around

I'ma spin me around (Peggy spin me around)

I know it's wrong

Oh, girl, now say they are

Baby, I

You better lock your door, shawty

You better lock your door, shawty (shawty)

Niggas gon' slide right in, no warning (no warning)

You got style, keep that shit inside him (huh)

Do me no favors

Got that Glock goin' fast, goin' fast, goin' fast

One, yeah

Uh

One deep in the back

Black man can't depend on sympathy (yeah)

I feel like hip hop try put a hit on me

Pussy niggas put me in a box, belittle it

Depot, these beats keep coming in kilos (kilos)

Switch styles, make 'em feel like Manteo

In this game the police use cheat codes (ya heard)

Huh, I feel like I just beat a case (huh)

Whole different style in my other hand

If you been here a while, you relate

I stay feeding my kids out they government

Baby Reagan, I'm cracking the case (on the case)

Trickle down, get that shit off my chest, bang

Step off the stage, I feel so hot (damn)

No weeks to relax

On the road I'm a redhead stranger

You know I gotta keep a smoke for the haters

You know we only- conceal

No faces, no case, no deal

Mind vacant, new champ, new heel

This flagrant, better get so real

I love 'em

Uh, I feel like I just made a case (case)

Whole different styles in my other hand

If you been here a while, you relate

I stay feeding my kids out they government

Baby Reagan, I'm cracking the case (on the case)

Trickle down, get that shit off my chest, bang

Step off the stage, I feel hot

(Damn)

(Bitch nigga, rich nigga, trick nigga, talk shit)

You better lock your door, shawty (three)

Niggas gon' slide right in, no warning

You got style, keep that shit inside him, oh