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letra de joe biden - krispylife kidd

[intro: krispylife kidd]
what up, vezz?
what? okay, yeah
krispylife (d-mn, paul, you k!lled this one)
(it’s with a k, dumbass)
(iced up records)

[verse 1: krispylife kidd]
i know don sick, i sold him ibuprofens
you can’t buy food in my hood without me knowin’
two percs, two lines, this sh-t got me rollin’
if i drop an eight in this pop, that’s a tribute to kobe
beat down, that’s how you know i’m the man in this b-tch
you know who k!lled your mans, so why you playin’ in this b-tch?
soon as dog on side us, like we dropped a fan in his whip
i’m tellin’ my n-gga shoot like it’s all in the wrist

[verse 2: icewear vezzo]
i got a hundred on me, but it’s all in the clip
i give a n-gga leg shots, he gotta crawl in his whip
just f-cked a n-gga ho, i had a ball with his b-tch
i shoot a chop and reload, look like i’m chargin’ a stick (iced up records)
yeah, let that b-tch breathe
drakey on me, you can’t tell ’cause i got big jeans
crip n-gga, park the bentley, hop out big b’s
p-ssy n-gga got another coach, that mean he switched teams
[verse 3: krispylife kidd]
dog tried to run off, pow, pow and the punk fell
tried to sneak up in a trench coat and my pump fell
hate police so much growin’ up, i skipped twelve
dog paid me twenty-three hundred for one twelve

[verse 4: icewear vezzo]
swear these p-ssy n-ggas sweeter than 112
got no control, i’ll shoot this b-tch ’til the gun jam
like how this n-gga think he chapo off one sale?
was in the hole, i was by myself, ain’t have one cell

[verse 5: krispylife kidd]
i was gettin’ money when vezz had the braids
pull up to the light and do a n-gga like cousin caine
i sh-tted on myself, seen the vans for the raid
i ain’t doin’ no post moves, but hit your mans with a fade

[verse 6: icewear vezzo]
all them n-ggas still ain’t eatin’, b-tch, i’m too full
i f-ck around and shoot him in his mouth, he need his tooth pulled
he talkin’ ’bout his homie died, but i’m like who knew?
and them n-ggas hoes, claimin’ that they demons, got a crew full
b-tch, i’m a mastermind
i take the red, blend it with the punch, now it’s camouflage
[verse 7: krispylife kidd]
shootin’ newport, all hundreds, b-tch, these the cancer size
gun up big as f-ck that i’m shootin’, this ain’t standard size
seen the day dog died and then i shot up the candlelight
dog tried to up on me and shot himself, his pants too tight
man, what the f-ck? this ain’t enough beat, vezz
i gotta, i gotta bring this b-tch back in, go ‘head

[verse 8: icewear vezzo]
yeah, i know science now
this glock 40, when i shoot, it’s loud like a siren sound
i put the h-llcat on the lodge, got a lion growl
been burnin’ rubber when i hit the block, i need tires now

[verse 9: krispylife kidd]
used to do bullsh-t, but i’m wiser now
pour a 40 on him in the club, he put his budweiser down
i lit that fool up, he a lighter now
my n-gga out of town swipin’, he own a meijers now

- krispylife kidd

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