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letra de fight this shit - krispylife kidd & rmc mike

[verse 1: krispylife kidd]
ayy, mike, help me, i’m tryna fight the percs off
undeniable distance, i hit him close, knocked his shirt off
just dug up this .38, i had to wash the dirt off
hit dog hat from long range and knocked the words off

[verse 2: rmc mike]
two ratchet b-tches in my bed now havin’ a squirt-off
bullets so big that if i miss, it knock the curb off
her main n-gga went out cowardly, i’m a courage dog
the only reason that that n-gga up ’cause i encouraged dog

[verse 3: krispylife kidd]
ooh, i like the whole relationship
if you don’t like me, then f-ck you, you basic b-tch
you mixin’ baby phat with gucci, you distasteful b-tch
one day i got so mad and almost maced my b-tch

[verse 4: rmc mike]
hate white people so much, last night, i f-cked a racist b-tch
a week ago, wе shot the club up and got a waitress hit
all my diamonds came vvss, thеre ain’t no fakin’ sh-t
my young n-gga head so f-cked up, he got a baby lynched

[verse 5: krispylife kidd]
i’ll set the glock down and break your sh-t
you claim this straight drop? i can’t taste this sh-t
i send my cousin— ah, i can’t say that sh-t
boyz and iur, we up next, i know you hate that sh-t
[verse 6: rmc mike]
hit my n-gga sister, then fold her brother on some dre-o sh-t
knocked his ass out one punch on some k.o. sh-t
d-mn, that n-gga might be dead, i need to lay low quick
every day, i’m ridin’ with the b’s, on my j.o. sh-t

[verse 7: krispylife kidd]
makin’ plays in atlanta, i been trippin’ south
if you wanna f-ck my b-tch face, i’ll pimp her mouth
i don’t really do the fake friends, i could do without
home renovation with this b-tch, i could flip a house
if i ain’t president in my hood, i should’ve ran for it
seen my uncle make fifty thousand off an android
this all rap money, but i could’ve scammed for it
dog tried to slide, knocked out the dashboard

[verse 8: rmc mike]
well, i’m the mayor of my hood, n-ggas know what’s crackin’
my n-gga in the wheelchair pop you, shout out n0ble patrick
hit a n-gga with this cannon quick, yeah, i’m photo-matic
cut the b-tch off, she can’t suck d-ck and so dramatic
we can’t even conversate if you ain’t got a global status
slide down in a pickup truck, finna unload ratchets
nowadays, n-ggas come soft like clothes fabric
i got so much faith, i drove to the d.o.e., n-gga, no cappin’
[verse 9: krispylife kidd]
could still get you a half for eighty-five
my granny got a friend that still sell green ten a line
cousins tried to hit my b-tch, i f-cked his for the pride
did some sh-t in broad daylight, i ain’t care to hide

[verse 10: rmc mike]
i got a thing for f-ckin’ hoes with different languages
my main b-tch caught me in a new entanglement
i ain’t wanna pop the ho, so i strangled her
woke the b-tch up and had s-x, i got a thing for her

- krispylife kidd rmc mike

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