iSpy

Tom : Dm
Am Dm
I ain't been gettin' high...
Am Dm
Well maybe a little, baby I don't wanna lie
Am Dm
I know when you text me girl, I don't always reply
Am Dm
Well you're not an angel either, you can't even fly
Am Dm
I notice, you think that you know shit
Am Dm
All this shade that's comin' at me, I wonder who throws it
Am Dm
They can't see the vision, boy they must be out of focus
Am Dm
That's a real hot album homie, I wonder who wrote it, oh shit
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Otay, pray them niggas go away
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Always hella clowns around it look like Cirque Du Soleil
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This is not the album either, these are just the throwaways
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This shit still so cold when it drop, it's gonna be a mothafuckin' snow day
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Ayy, boy is good and he knows it, he don't say it, he shows it
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I'm just like DeRozan, if I shoot it, it goes in
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I am in Cali just coastin', get 'em so wet they need coasters
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I got a selfie with Oprah, I just ain't never post it
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And I'm in my happy place posted, I ain't frown since '06
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I ain't cried since '01, my pad like Six Flags and your house is no fun
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You can come back to mine though, your friend ain't cute but it's fine though
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We gon' end on a high note
Kyle Breaks Down "iSpy"

[Chorus: Kyle 2x]
Am Dm
I spy with my little eye
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A girlie I can get 'cause she don't get too many likes
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A curly-headed cutie I can turn into my wife
Am Dm
Wait, that means forever, ever, hold up, never mind

[Refrain: Kyle 2x]
Am Dm
Oh I, I spy with my little eye
Am Dm
I spy, I spy with my little eye

[Próxima Parte]
Oh I...

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
Am Dm
She said she 21, I might have to I.D. that
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All my bitches come in pairs like balls in my nutsack
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I remember ridin' around the city in a Hatchback
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Lookin' for a problem with my young goblins
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I'ma send a model home with her neck throbbin'
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I done made so much money that it's non-stoppin'
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Got my brothers on my back like the last name
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I remember tellin' everyone I couldn't be tamed
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Woah, six months later I had snapped and now I'm in the game
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Went from fake chains to diamonds in another lane
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Went from "Can you take me here?" to skrrting out the lane
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Went from "Damn this nigga lame" to remember my name
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So I remember all the people who ain't fucked with me
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They went to college, now all them niggas is history
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Upgraded from gold to diamonds in my teeth
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Riding deep in the van, like we lookin' for a mystery (Raggy!)
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So don't fuck with me
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No, lately I been livin' like luxury
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Boat and Kyle stick together like piano keys
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And on my mother's mother I won't fuck a bitch without a damn rubber

[Chorus: Kyle 2x]