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letra de spice language - krispylife kidd

[intro]
krispylife, b-tch
it’s with a k, dumb ass
(d-mn, max, this one’s too hard)
f-ck goin’ on, n-gga?
ayy

[verse]
n-ggas hit my line every time, they tryna fix a drought
hit a n-gga spot, but i’m in and out
dog died from a post, that’s the end of clout
hit a n-gga crib with big sh-t, this’ll bend the couch
clip longer than a paragraph with no conclusion
wanna be inside my hood, b-tch, with no confusion
always talkin’ ’bout the money you made, ain’t you ‘posed to do it?
you took a l on that weak-ass chain, you wasn’t supposed to lose it
(d-mn, max, this one’s too hard)
this b-tch hard as f-ck
wide-screen in the suv, i can park this truck
if i clap my hands hard enough, it’ll start the truck
off two perc 30s, make it hard to bust
freaky b-tch, she’ll hit me with that neck thrower
all i got is shooters on my team, leandro barbosa
street n-gga turned rapper, i’m a park owner
torture dog, f-ck around and turn into a dart thrower
somebody grab razorblades
i’m all about my chicken, b-tch, no raising canes
i be skippin’ states, from plane to plane
dog don’t really want the beef, f-ck famous daves
(this one’s too hard)
f-ck an associate
dog say the wrong sh-t in here, i’ll rope this b-tch
she ain’t all the way a gram up, i had to coach this b-tch
i’m servin’ to an old gang member, i want loc to quit
i’m convinced, dog ain’t sh-t but a burger
you a store runner, you a worker
you ain’t never been the boss of sh-t, you a purper
cameras in the crib, they sense motion, what’s a lurker?
you stuntin’ with your b-tch, word check, what’s the purpose?
i’m ready to up the score in this b-tch, i just dirked him
d-mn, sh-t, f-ck, alright
okay, b-tch
your favorite rapper just sad as f-ck (d-mn, max, this one’s too hard)
dog tried to— alright, alright
your favorite rapper, he goin’ out sad as f-ck
i had to hold that n-gga, he tried to dap me up
you let all the homies hit, why i’m the last to f-ck?
i know you smokin’ boo-boo, please don’t pass the blunt
if you scared, go to church, hit a pastor up
catch dog comin’ out of church, i hit a pastor up
i came up on bullsh-t, we don’t fight fair
i wanted to boom and wrap the trap, bringin’ mike there
the whole team got twenty-threes like mike here
a drunk ho fell on the table, now i got white hair
[outro]
(d-mn, max, this one’s too hard)
f-ck goin’ on, n-gga?
krispylife
art, art, art
art, art, art of spice talk
b-tch, the art of spice talking
b-tch, the art of spice talking
art of spice talking part 2, dumb b-tch
(d-mn, max, this one’s too hard)

- krispylife kidd

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