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letra de not just talking - krispylife kidd

[verse 1: krispylife kidd]
the first gift i ever got was a used pistol
can’t believe i got rich off of instrumentals
my jack boys they’d be waitin’, have them in your ceiling
you ain’t never made no dog sh-t, you ain’t went the distance
you see a n-gga up, now you in your feelings
you n-ggas like peter griffin, y’all just hate the chicken
it’s like you’re scared of the money, but i face the chicken
you got the last year’s watch, our faces different
leaving out the club with one b-tch, but i’m cravin’ two
i’m really not an addict, but i’d bе cravin’ juice
i don’t like what dawg tryna servе me, so i waved the duce
freaky b-tch got to squirtin’ on me, then i start peein’, too
turned 24 a.p., boys seen more pape in my lifetime
i thought this b-tch is alone, the grip and grade in my lifeline
flint n-ggas comin’ up, we on the high time
we gon’ switch it up, we don’t shoot the crib, we throwin’ pipe bombs
i just caught a play in beacher, [?]
[?] n-ggas reppin’ blood [?] 55
[?] long one, this b-tch 59
[?] walkin’ n-ggas down, who do drive-bys?
we don’t play no games, i don’t want no boys, they’d be sh-t-talkin’
my image caused violence, when they see me, they just get cautious
but our mate from the shot spent the whole [?]
[?] so much, i bought a kit off him
[verse 2: louie ray]
every day i’m f-ckin’ up, runnin’ up an easy nickel
standin’ on my bands, pourin’ drink, crack the window
make the news about some sh-t, i had an issue
probably finna get some sh-t surrounded, hear me whistle
i break it down in increments, that’s what i’m into
probably wanna get your b-tch from over here, she [?]
can tell that we were over here trappin’, left big clues
[?] white ones around the wire, left big [?]
ok, now back to what i’m on, talkin’ cocaine
good crack, treat it like snacks, 20’s [?]
put my talent on display, right on the showcase
i’m only tryna hit it from the back, i’m comin’ no face
he buggin’ me for doubt load-up, i showed up late
n-gga don’t think i’m f-cked up, but i’m low-paid
sh-t outer sp-ce, got a [?] taste
big gift outside, finna blindfold [?]
another 30 on the watch, just drift the time gone change
i ain’t fallin’ off anyway, gotta pamp’ my change
12 racks back to back, having [?] days
i did a myriad of things, this sh-t just got displayed
feel free, but still grindin’, you can ride my wave
i got a lotta money on me, i ain’t got no change
the n-ggas trappin’ out bumpin’, and i ain’t got no caine

[verse 3: krispylife kidd]
like we’re gettin’ out of school, i know a bail comin’
been in here cookin’ all day, you can smell lovin’
she let me f-ck after louie, that’s my big cousin
we’d ride with them 40’s too, like we dugg cousin
engineer [?], take the hard drive
you gettin’ your b-tch f-cked and goin’ home, that’s a hard drive
don’t say the wrong thing, and get hard-time
my closet looks good, this b-tch, the moral assault

- krispylife kidd

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