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letra de weekend in dubai - krispylife kidd & rmc mike

[intro: krispylife kidd]
(rich)
what up, rich? (it’s with a k, dumbass)
krispylife, n-gga (iced up records)
(turn up, rich)

[verse 1: krispylife kidd]
i’m sick, i be so turnt, where all the pain go?
boy, i’ll shoot your dumb ass, i don’t tango
been up out your top like a peach faygo
old-school with it, drop a deuce in a faygo
it’s a jack move, don’t move, or let the flames go
tussled dog for his chain, this a stain, bro
it’s your life for the chain or the fame, bro
pop pop to the stomach, let the chain go
when i was sixteen, i was ‘bow sellin’
when you was sixteen, you was tryna shoot a ball and had your coach yellin’
n-ggas try to ride my wave, call it coat tailing
you known in your hood for beatin’ hoes and doin’ more tellin’
catch you with that freaky b-tch while y’all motelin’
my n-gga shot dog before i could, i’m so jealous
buy a rolls-royce, b-tch, and get an umbrеlla
put 40s on you and your n-ggas, now that’s a drunk section

[verse 2: rmc mike]
feds gave my brothеr sixty months, i can’t think straight
have freeze put you in the oven like some cheesecake
i remember buyin’ brand new j’s off of eastbay
now i’m f-ckin’ top-notch b-tches off of cheap dates
i make my b-tch make her other b-tch have a threeway
i’m growin’ up, bought mama a rollie for her b-day
shot a n-gga off-guard, i wish you could’ve seen the replay
i think i’m finna fly out to dubai for a week stay
told my new b-tch i’m the sh-t, but i’m problematic
i be speakin’ real life facts for a lot of cabbage
i got a trick up my sleeve so smooth, you wouldn’t find a rabbit
woke up and posted my pic, i couldn’t find a caption
i know the opps mad as f-ck right now, they won’t find me lackin’
told the b-tch i need my food delivered in a timely fashion
fiend ran off with a ball, somebody find me ashley
b-tch had the nerve to bring it back and caught a nine-piece happily
kidd, is somethin’ wrong with the mic? okay, i’m just askin’
girly threw up on the d-ck, now i feel embarrassed
okay, kidd gotta take me to the crib ’cause i’m impaired
perc 30 got me turned up, i can fight a bear
cut my white b-tch off, ’cause in her head, i think lice in there
plus she stay in the regencies, i know mice in there
greedy n-gga, eat all in your face, i don’t like to share
if her crib filled with backwood tails, then you know mike was there

- krispylife kidd rmc mike

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