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letra de krispy lunchcrew - krispylife kidd

[intro]
[?]
(the lunch crew company)
(coronado on the beat)
(it’s with a k, dumbass)

[verse 1: krispylife kidd]
pull strings and get sh-t done off my face card
drink a lot of lean, so she say my nut taste odd
you broke with an attitude and you blame god
it’s weird every b-tch you f-ck pull the rape card

[verse 2: bfb da packman]
that’s a god d-mn shame, you be rapin’ b-tches
chop came with monkey nuts and a laser with it
never wanted my b-tch to sell p-ssy, she made me pimp her
i don’t trust my kids, so, my glock, i be bathin’ with it

[verse 3: krispylife kidd]
two fat n-ggas done linked and our pockets heavy
balenciaga, i’ll pay y’all to sponsor webbie
suck my meat real hard, trеat it like it’s candy
put pills in her punani if the b-tch lеt me
i guess i’m just tryna keep it p (yellow)
i don’t wanna squash nothin’, this an endless beef
remember what you said that got you in this beef?
somebody really gotta die just to end this beef
[verse 4: bfb da packman]
two fat n-ggas, b-tch, we tipped the scale
my stomach hurt, but i’ma keep sippin’, get a ginger ale
i sell fentanyl, pints of wock’, and deliver mail
she can’t fix her attitude for sh-t, but can fix rotel
i left flint and i’m still thuggin’
tender-d-ck n-gga, b-tch, cheat on him, he wanna k!ll somethin’
money old as f-ck, got grey hair, look like bill russell
you could be a pig but got some pape’, b-tch, you still f-ckin’

[verse 5: krispylife kidd]
make a lot of money off of this ’cause i’m a sh-t-talker
my uncle still f-ckin’ with that, he a whip talker
stanley okoye with this big b-tch, this a mrs. parker
i’m havin’ bottle wars in the club, i’m a fifth starter
hold on, f-ck that, let me start some violence
you’s a hooper turned shooter, you should be in college
out in la, on rodeo eatin’ shrimp and lobster
yeah, you a bad b-tch, but you be hittin’ powder

[verse 6: bfb da packman]
my n-ggas known for spankin’ sh-t, no pootie tang
i love it when i smell my top lip and get the coochie tw-ng
[?] that’s my booky bae
got so much dog sh-t in my pants, left a dookie stain
n-gga talkin’ like the plug, he a store runner
cookin’ dope while i watch the kids, left the stove runnin’
somebody tell deasia and jaliya that i’m tryna f-ck
at the same time, i got a thousand for both of ’em
[verse 7: krispylife kidd]
doin’ what i can on the faster tip
almost beat the worker ass ’cause saks don’t be havin’ sh-t
i hit a b-tch that beat cancer, she had a half a tit
she really like me, ’cause most fat n-ggas don’t be havin’ d-ck

[verse 8: bfb da packman]
hold on, my boy, speak for yourself
b-tch gon’ suck whatever d-ck i got behind this belt
before a n-gga think ’bout tryin’ pack, better try some else
f-ck around and leave a n-gga stinkin’ like a sour belch

[verse 9: krispylife kidd]
krispylife, spell it with a k, not no other letter
i told my girl i’ll hit her mama if her mother let me
when i’m done, i just wanna lay there while she rub my belly
i love my cougar, she always sayin’, “juice or pepsi?”

[verse 10: bfb da packman]
i love my midget, when she suck it, baby rub my knees
honey packman, i be laid up with a bunch of b’s
pop a perc’ 30, b-tch left with a ruptured spleen
yeah, you might be bad, but you not better than a cup of lean

[verse 11: krispylife kidd]
r.i.p. to one of the goats, i’ma miss dolph
stop me from gettin’ cookies, i be p-ssed off
my b-tch caught me— alright
my b-tch caught me cheatin’ with her cousin and now she p-ssed off
[verse 12: bfb da packman]
r.i.p.n.b.
interrupt me while i’m eatin’ my waffles, you gon’ d-i-e
expeditiously, no t-i-p
you forty years old, why the f-ck you tryna be yb?

[verse 13: krispylife kidd]
uh, major payne with these baldheads
i made the b-tch stop and i asked, “that’s what you call head?”
b-tch p-ssy big, it’s wide-headed, i’ma fall in
she put that whippersnapper on me, i had to call in
got my white girl that’ll stuff it for me, let me call jen
shot up a family function, i’m hittin’ all kin
i’m puttin’ them through all type of torture, this saw x
the b-tch was surprised, it’s her first time she saw ten

[verse 14: bfb da packman]
ayy, kidd, it’s time to wrap it up
why y’all don’t tell y’all friends they be stankin’ when they clap they b-tt?
knife on the ar just to cut a n-gga cabbage up
sometimes i be mad as h-ll my mama let my daddy f-ck
on god, he was a deadbeat
i’m tryna watch my weight, so i’m cuttin’ all the red meat
i’m loyal, but i’m greedy, why i bit the hand that fed me
b-tch squirt yellow, she keep f-ckin’ up my bed sheets
nasty b-tch, man, that sh-t triflin’
took a fake perc’, hope i don’t die, ’cause this b-tch bitin’
she said she live alone, on god, i know this b-tch lyin’
’cause when i walked inside her front door, i seen some big nikes

[outro: bfb da packman]
nah, for real
ayy, for real, though, who nikes is them?
they’re mine
man, them big-ass shoes, those is not your f-ckin’ shoes
who big-ass shoes is those, for real?
these are mine
come on, man, nah, for real, your baby daddy live here?
no
so your baby daddy don’t live here?
no
man, them big-ass shoes, f-ck is them, size fifteen?
no, man

- krispylife kidd

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