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letra de warm up - krispylife kidd

[intro]
you can come and buy what i got, i need a bigger amount, alright
krispylife

[verse]
hand sanitizer bullets, these to clean your system out
catch me playin’ the game in my drawers at your sister house
f-ck around and hit your hood, i can fix a drought
it’s an old lady on your sofa, now you gotta fix the couch
your mama wanna put you out, you put a dent in the couch
talkin’ loose, then my young bull’ll make you had to fix your mouth
you want a name? b-tch, you’ll die for clout
i just bought a pint of turtle, we brought jizzle out (r.i.p.)
chop got that— on it, i brought the whistle out
b-tch put some foul-ass sh-t, i brought the whistle out
foul on the play, that’s ten yards
my white boy got a grow farm, he got like ten yards
burn a n-gga with this b-tch, i’ll get you charged
you beat your b-tch up, she call the police and get you charged
heard my n-gga used to step on you like an athlete
six deep in a challenger, what’s in the backseat?
i’ll pull this b-tch out and start a track meet
my n-gga got a trackhawk, but i call it a cat jeep
that’s crazy, ain’t it?
ain’t have no pape’ in sixth months, that’s lazy, ain’t it?
got the face while i was fresh as h-ll, that’s wavy, ain’t it?
have my lil’ n-gga push the work like raising kanan
i made the n-gga push the work, i’m raising kanan
i’m all about the chicken, i’m raising cane-in’
verse five thousand, you gon’ pay it, ain’t you?
it’s with a k, dumb b-tch, you gon’ say it, ain’t you?
fl!ck this b-tch like a lighter if you play it crazy
you in saginaw tryna hide, thinkin’ lil ray gon’ save you
sold a fiend pancake mix, aunt jemime gon’ hate me (oh my god)
f-ck, i mean aunt jemima
could bump into your son, so i sent it at your mama
i got a freak pregnant ’cause i ain’t really have no condom
i’m f-ckin’ with this white girl, i’m finna stuff madonna
i’m only f-ckin’ with my black people, i’m finna trap wakanda
leave a n-gga with his arms crossed, forever wakanda
d-mn, that sound racist, don’t it?
i hate n-ggas with all my heart, that sound racist, don’t it?
if i get a pint right now, i’ma face it, won’t i?
i just met up with my plug out in tijuana
i’ll get you sent up high, i know jesus, don’t i?
rio in the feds, you can tell that he rich as f-ck
my b-tch bougie, you gotta be rich to f-ck
and i’m rich as f-ck (facts)
so that mean that i was rich to f-ck (facts)
[outro]
b-tch
n-gga
k-r-i-s-p-y
l-i-f-e
dumb-ass n-gga
stupid

- krispylife kidd

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