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in the air - krispylife kidd & cash kidd lyrics

[verse 1: krispylife kidd]
i’m in love with that new maybach, theses b*tches drive different
if you book me at a cheaper price, must be nice, lyfe jennings
you got a nine, i got a ten*milli’, this a pipe difference
hit you up top so you wouldn’t suffer, you died with a nice ending
man, i’m in the club, disco ball, the lights hittin’ me
i see you twerkin’ ass, but don’t step on these, ’cause i fight b*tches
not from chicago, but in my pocket look like stuff a pizza [?]
she brought me food and head at 12 o’clock, i guess that’s a decent lunch
she gave me p*ssy, i ain’t do too much, i just teased to f*ck
hitman got 40 on his waist, big jeans, you up
if i don’t like your style, then i’m chuckin’ deuces
i’m out in bali with my bloods, [?]
don’t run up on me outta line, the clip longer than the constitution
oh, you a street fighter? hit you with this hot dooker
i think he wearin’ a wire, milo stanfield
i’m drunk, tryna shoot, my n*gga, can you stand still?
dog still ain’t slid, he a smart man
hit the dope too hard, fiend od’d, i hit him with the narcan

[verse 2: cash kidd]
boy, your dirty ass broke as h*ll, do i look like a n*gga you could call twin?
see*through lenses on the buffs, i look like bart friend
the only time you made sparks fly is when your car dead
these n*ggas hate me ’cause i’m rich and stuck*up, my nuts hangin’
lumpy*headed*ass boy, you got your barber frustrated
got his ass blitzed hard for all that pumpfakin’
smokin’, gettin’ neck, i get more high top than chuck taylors
b*tch f*cker, gunslinger, got his family fundraisin’
walk in the club and smack the p*ss out of a drunk hater
i’m pullin’ strings and gettin’ off, i’m like a bus taker
i don’t believe you, boy, that’s big cap, drum major
rich as h*ll, f*ck favors, tre tucked, lunch table
your lil’ b*tch a nut taker, finna see what’s up later
these hollywood hoes lame, i need some ratchet neck
your b*tch so f*ckin’ irritatin’, i’m finna pass her back
i’m ridin’ with my low*key ho, pray we don’t catch a flat
she got my name, i got my name too, we got matchin’ tats
yeah, me and g got ten hoes at the bachelor pad
i f*cked your b*tch inside the shower, this ho actually bad

- krispylife kidd cash kidd lyrics

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