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letra de free bg - krispylife kidd

[intro]
(enrgy made this one)
alright

[verse]
i’m really stamped from my way, you can ask that
b-tch got some nice-ass titties and the ass fat
pop the trunk, ain’t no spare, that’s where the gats
i’m ridin’ in this ‘rango, this b-tch matte black
i’ve been workin’ out, n-gga, yeah, it’s wartime
i’m shootin’ where it’s abs at, yeah, it’s core time
indoor pool, i’m talkin’ nba courtsides
atthe staples center with snoop sittin’ courtside
n-gga got a small-ass crib, what’s your floor size?
i’m sendin’ death threats to the cook like, “i need some more fries”
hmm, i need to calm down, where my medicine?
pour a four, then i’m goin’ high, i’m talkin’ hеaven-sent
my b-tch just hit me with thе mace, that’s that pepper scent
they sayin’ kidd droppin’ every week, that’s that pressure, b-tch
lucky to get a cheeseburger, ’cause i don’t bless a b-tch
if dog say it’s that, then i’ma press the sh-t
when i’m out with my son, i got two straps on me
dog ain’t did sh-t special, but i had to put them claps on him
got five ps5s ’cause i’m plugged at sony
he tried to guess my pockets, i got way more than that on me
call me lucious lyon ’cause i just brought that cookie out
if i ain’t in the booth, i’m at the cookie house
i’m signed to a big crip, it’s like i brought tookie out
a lot of beans stuffed in her, but she still gotta push ’em out
i’m a gangster, i should write this sh-t across my forehead
i’ll run up a check if i ain’t have no legs
i did get shot, but i went and bought some more legs
his mans’ casket closed, they buried him with no head
treat mcqueens like some white forces
went and did the widebody, i don’t like porsches
made a lot off sh-t-talkin’, i don’t like courses
knock the steps off the front of his crib like i don’t like porches
d-mn, you fell off, bad bag of dope
fiend threatened to tell on me, i sold him a bag of soap
used to keep the glock by the seasoning, that’s why the cabinet broke
when i was tryna hoop, i had a hoop, you can ask my coach
old lady up the street won’t let me get off
n-ggas in ohio, they p-ssed, i got some hit off
i don’t really f-ck with these n-ggas like i’m hit-olf
d-mn, i mean adolf (bum)
you ain’t got sh-t, so how you gon’ brag ’bout it?
all you got is that fat-ass b-tch with the bad body
i’ll k!ll you and that ho with the bad body
catch it on camera, go to my hood and laugh ’bout it
every summer, one of my n-ggas catch a new case
take my shoes off and choke a n-gga with my shoelace
lately, n-ggas been showin’ love like they don’t do hate
i got four glocks, two chops with a knife in a suitcase
yup, we finna f-ck, baby, clothes off
don’t n0body believe that sh-t, you a whole fraud
i got a homie that trip like he o-dog
how the f-ck you keep talkin’ money and you owe dog?
[outro]
n-gga
b-tch, krispylife
stupid
fool
alright

- krispylife kidd

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