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letra de freddy vs jason - krimelife ca$

(krimelife ca$$)
i get the bag off the wake up
d-ck in her face and i f-ck up her makeup
countin’ this cake up, i feel like a baker
don’t got a cape on, i’m not finna save her
b-tch i be ballin’, that’s why i’m a playa
c-ss be the worst, who do you bang with?
i don’t got time, that’s money you wastin’
i got a .9 that b-tch is stainless
i rip the five and i’m in my prime
i’m not talkin’ brim, you know what i’m bangin’
beat on my chest, my n-gg- i’m ape-in
i’m in the spot, stompin’ and shakin’
thinkin’ i’m p-ssy cuz i’m on probation?
i just been boolin’ lil b-tch i’m still brazy
i keep a banger, you better stop playin’
court in the mornin’, i’m still fightin’ cases

(al benji)
i’m ridin’ dirty with my hand on the grip, she ridin’ got a hand on my d-ck
we caught him lackin’ so we hope that he slip
if you parkin’ up, then we shoot up the whip
me and krime that’s like freddy and jason
for my brother, leave that man on the pavement
i remember trappin’, i had the pounds in the bas-m-nt
free my n-gg-s, they was fightin’ them cases
a lot of bad b-tches and they all different races

(krimelife ca$$)
hop out the whip, started shootin’ (huh)
beat up the case, lawyer jewish (huh)
your favorite rapper be suin’ (huh)
talkin’ that money, i’m fluent (huh)
b-tches be krime so i really do this (they krime)
(???) on my neck and they not from the jeweler
i hope they don’t try me, i don’t wanna do it
today’s the glock, tomorrow the ruger
i am a shooter, i don’t need a shooter (i don’t)

(al benji)
out on the block, with the chop, that’s a man down
we spillin’ this glock and we hop out the van now
so much bands can’t fit in my jeans though
that’s your b-tch, take her home, make her deepthroat
we shootin’ opps and they droppin’ like free throws

(krimelife ca$$)
knock on the door, grab on my pole, shoot through the peephole
i’m not a hoe, not finna go, empty the clip then i let it blow
you say he tough, but i heard he told
n-gg-s be cappin’, don’t get exposed
i got the package, it go for the low
n-gg-s be rappin’, i trap in the cold
hand me a ratchet, don’t ask if it blow
i’m with the static, i’m not finna fold (never)

- krimelife ca

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