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letra de a1 sec - krispylife kidd

[intro]
(f-ck the fire, we got grease)
we got good grease, n-gga (it’s a wayne beat, iced up records)
what up, wayne?
krispylife, n-gga
iced up rec— alright
(it’s with a k, dumbass)

[verse 1]
had to get my sh-t together, had to recuperate
my whole sack been lookin’ good, i’ve been losin’ weight
ain’t hit not one gym but i’ve been movin’ weight
my n-gga bad, you should see what he’d do to drank
my other n-gga fiend, you should see what he’d do for drank
sittin’ in a cell, all i couldn’t do was think
i’m still puttin’ racks from under the bed, i ain’t see the bank
if i dumped on you when i missed, all you do is pray
d-mn, you must be close as f-ck with your angеls
mix the big b’s with palm angels, get it from diffеrent angles
i’m f-cked up in the head, i wanna fight the mayor
beefin’ with a few, put my baby mama straight in danger
think i’m ’bout to fight? i ain’t kurt angle
fn got attachments on it, i just bought a laser
she got hate for the other side, they had to call a waiver
i hit your b-tch on fridays like do me a favor
i might drop more gators, go old-school with it
pull up with a 38 and go old-school with it
nah, nah, nah, f-ck that, i’ma go old-school bishop
pullin’ up with that big shot like the old-school pistons
please don’t say nothin’ to me crazy, i can’t control my n-ggas
it’s only ten of us, bro, we got like nine poles with us
you say somethin’ with me, i promise i’m not gon’ hit it
i just slumped a white b-tch from muskega, her name bridgett
i got a taco bell chalupa in my f-ckin’ pocket
shoot this b-tch with the left, but i ain’t played for the rockets
if you come late, i’ma have to dock you
treat dog like a homeboy, i’ma have to spot you
i’m on some bullsh-t, i put salinac—
i’m on some bullsh-t, put salinac in a henny bottle
off this type of sh-t, you can hit any model
i’ll hit this b-tch for like twenty dollars
i’m off a perc 10, i hit this b-tch for like twenty hours
me and e in two d-mn stole like twenty dollars
been f-ckin’ since i was eight and ain’t use not a condom
just thought about it, lil’ d owe me twenty dollars
f-cked up, i’ll backdoor my homeboy mama
what beecher n-gga you know made plays on proctor?
been a plug, nah, f-ck that, i’ve been the socket
wayne trippin’, he done made grease again
i know some n-ggas that used to sell the three-for-tens
i know it was hard drop when i was creepin’ in
got to spinnin’ in this b-tch and put him on a ceiling fan
f-ck, he really in the air now
i’ll call southside, b-tch, he’ll air you out
shoot you in your fashion, right in your f-nny pouch
i punched my b-tch in her knee, she can’t stand me now
was on melrose, and almost had to pop a n-gga
got band from the belt store, had a chopper with us
all these percs around, you thought we had a doctor with us
got shot and made fifty plays first day out the ‘spital
i ain’t no regular n-gga, i drink fiji or some voss
i know it ain’t the best water, but look at the cost
i got this b-tch doin’ bet after dark
extort your b-tch, now she ebt me after dark

- krispylife kidd

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