Krept - Young n' Reckless lyrics

[Intro: Chip] All this weed all this drink [Hook: Chip] All this weed all this drink Can't be good for my liver and lungs But I ain't stopping no I know she f**ing other n***a's, true But I don't care I'm still hitting that p**y See I ain't stopping no It's like I'm sinning but winning I'mma need forgiving I know she's got a man She's shown me from the beginning Lonely night's got me raving all the time This is me I'm addicted to this life Yes I'm young and I'm reckless [Verse 1: Chip] Uhh I been smoking amnesia Kinda f**s with my brain I'll remember the p**y but won't remember your name And I ain't breeding up a girl out raving you mad I'm f**ing tonight, next day she pushing your pram (Pissed) North side but I know south dons So I might go down south don You should know what to put your mouth on Sure I made a go down south song With Krept and Kone They next to blow When they thought they had me I switch the flow n***a's ga**ed up, Texaco p**y I got the fire for your petrol I'm extra terrestrial I want a bad b**h I'm on pet petrol I was in cla** while they were selling cla** Now they ain't in my cla**, cla** VIP thats chip No beans just chips Got the weed, got the rizzler But there's no spliff without chip [Hook] [Verse 2: Konan] Yeah Should have saw her waist, Ass phat Told her throw it back like its Thursday Cold hearted had to get the body warmer out n***a North face, but I'm a south n***a See the smoke through the crowd Tell me how can I be quiet When I'm smoking on that loud We don't ever turn down Get money f** a b**h n***a First I get the bird's eye Then she give me fish fingers, arghh Stop acting like a diva Say your p**y tight I don't like spending money either I ain't going home on my own My cup full of patron, patron Your wifey calling my phone Cos what's ice cream without cone [Hook] [Verse 3: Krept] Krept, young, reckless, live like a G Kone and Chip got the weed I sip goose cos it represents me Goose backwards is double O G Get her cards and go clubs Win girls hearts, it's all nuts Buy spades, flash diamonds Jack mans queen, it's all f**ed South n***a but I know north n******gs So I might go up north n***a Krept, Kone, Chip we corporate And hoes want to f** with the fortunate Go prada man blew a bag Obama the way I blew a rag It's all mad side chicks complaining Deserted her cos she weren't my main ting Boys still chatting garbage Nail her then I varnish The girls that I f** once They get whipped and I get car sick True them honeys on the chill Spoon with the honey like a meal Don't get twisted still move trill Fizzy man up, leave man still, blah [Hook]