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letra de on the spiritual side - krispylife kidd

[intro]
dark squad entertainment in this motherf-cker man

[verse 1]
my drink doing the 2-step, he won’t quit dancing
every bad b-tch i come across, they call me handsome
she gon suck that d-ck all the way from flint to lansing
my plug an old white man staying in detroit off of grass sh-t
i don’t f-ck with the fruit [?], i pulled up draggin’
b-tch got a big ass booty, she gotta drag it
everytime one of the opps die we just be laughing
my n—a doing heads he ain’t even 21, he just savage
box [?] hold a lot of rounds, look like a suitcase
i made her f-ck me, then mike, and then do face
get him up close in this sh-t, he need a new face
i got a 2 of [?] f-cking my watch up, i need a new face
man, the jeweller f-ck with me
i’m in the club with a blade, i’m giving buck 50s
like i’m tryna buy dawg a [?], i gave him a buck 50
i got a hundred with a drum tucked, that’s a buck 50
i got a store runner he cool and he fast as h-ll
i don’t want the whole thing today so i bought a half a bill
my b-tch from the projects and cook good rotel
i told gramz hurry the f-ck up or ima miss my cell

[chorus]
huh, she gon f-ck me ’cause my shocker shining (psst, hmm)
on the spiritual side
still get a script from the farm my plug 65
was on the outskirts of the [?] a n—a in [?] died
[post-chorus]
i’m a boss
that’s ross
he don’t cap, that’s fuss
you ain’t f-ck, your loss

[verse 2]
you ain’t f-ck with me on the first night, well b-tch you losing then
i ain’t take the b-tch to nowhere fancy, she got a 2 for 10
in other words that’s 2 biggie bags
catch me in my hood so just post it with 60 cash
and i’m good wherever i’m at
they done hotboxed the booth, i’m in this b-tch catching contact (psst)

[refrain]
maaaaaaaaan
raaaaagh
d-mn it
stupid b-tch
raaaagh

[verse 3]
out in la she wearing gold, we at the swap
tryna feed her a sandwhich ain’t nothing on it but c-ck meat
stompted it on his face, like i got hot feet
i got 2 dirty b-tches in 1 week, now i got hot meat
is you pregnant? ’cause i can’t pull out of a driveway
ima catch you in traffic, i text all my opps “drive safe”
i’m cool with the frost, it’s just the lean in my pocket
i hit this b-tch, smelt like pa and now i got a foul face
my young dog a drink head, he just down ace
i met a [?] shoes, we high on the moon, i’m tryna pound his face
they ball like a monkey, f-ck around and put glock on the 8
out the country with fashion, f-ck around and put glock with bait
d-mn, all the n—as do is show love, where all the hate?
20 pointers in my buffs, i could pound my face
i be screaming f-ck n—as, like i’m tryna down my race
fake fan doing 4 hundred thousand on a pot [?]

- krispylife kidd

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