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pucker factor by lil kydd

catching bodies like north face

straight from a&e i turn any mc to a cold case

flow like a defective bicycle. no breaks

and come out fresher than icicles and colgate

sitting outside of my porch with a stone face

and c∆veman is in the kitchen cooking up stone frames

smelling of lighter fluid sulfur and propane

the cupboards are stacked
not bad for a couple no names

i got a pocketful of swing and a pan

some olive oil
fine china and mic in a hand

you put a foot on the stage
you get canned

maybe now you learned your lesson. don’t do it again

i’m like a princ-p-l…
handing out reprimands

to anyone who ain’t a lil kydd fan

by all means you can turn the dial away from my program

but. your wifey gon’ be b-mping me like a slow jam

so come at me, broham

you’re all sausage and no spice like snooki with no tan

never seen me a stanza so bland

get him some velveeta
that’s cuisine for a broke man

skinny black cutoffs
call em my spike lees

turn a scary crowd to a pack of benign g’s

i dropped skewed lawjik and chai tea

you think i’m ever gonna stop? nah not even likely

y’all are a day late and ten cents shy

whoever told you we were pushovers is feeding you lies

trenchcoat looking shady and sly

lay my beats on a quarter and i pull out a five

so dispense of the nonsense or get fried

and hung over a stack of toilet paper to dry

two drips in the vape and i blow

graham crackers into the air
and watch it float in the sky

pull the back of your seat up

i be riding through the 312 with my feet up

with the b-ss of the beat up

while you sitting in your basement rolling your potpourri up

roach clip and a weed b-tt

see a young miss and her three friends wanna meet up

sip tea in the eve with a ps3

when you see me on the street better speed up

mardi gras in the booth. get your beads up

straight slugging
i spit sunflower seeds, bruh

if i’m so braggadocio then p-ss me

i glady made nasty to the game
and she be a fan of the lead up

i got beef, straight protein
eat up

it’s fresh out of the wok and i’m steady turning the heat up

merch on a stack of shonen jump and a two-seater

my authenticity can’t even be measured in meters

we talking yards on yards
worth of bars

you can keep all of you shoes and your car. we got ours

sol-muse and his montay carls

we got a sound so sick
test the beat for sars

don’t even worry man
don’t even trip

cause when a kydd trying to drop young do not lift

k!ll the game and resurrect it from out of the crypt

and greet all of the new listeners with a kiss
lil kydd

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