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drunk fighting - krispylife kidd & rmc mike lyrics

[intro: krispylife kidd]
(ooh, sh*t, that’s a danny g beat)
mike just poured two
mike just popped three percs, he off a perc*90
(premo beats on the track)
mike just popped blue, alright, okay
woo, alright (it’s with a k, dumbass)
mike just, okay, okay, okay, okay
krispylife, n*gga (iced up records)

[verse 1: krispylife kidd]
mike just popped three blue pills, he off a perc*90
oh, you say you f*cked mike? b*tch, i’m finna fight you
d*mn, yeah, i thought i really liked you
but that’s okay, though, i’ma one*night you

[verse 2: rmc mike]
made her drink a fifth of patrón, she my drunk idol
had her meet me in the bedroom, we was drunk fightin’
i’m finna blow this n*gga car up, i know fun science
i’ll still beat a n*gga ass, but i’m a gun buyer
plr with the nuts on it, that’s that onе rifle
stick my finger in your assh0l*, this thе fun michael
swear to god that n*gga gon’ die quick if he touch michael
f*ck around and get your family k!lled just to enlight you
[verse 3: krispylife kidd]
shooter made espn, this that one rifle
i’m only keepin’ you around ’cause my son like you
7.62s, 5— ah, f*ck
7.62s, 5.56, read the gun title

[verse 4: rio da yung og]
all k!llers on my team, ain’t no punks by me
guarantee you gon’ leave the scene if you touch michael
it’s a knife on the front, this that one rifle
bring the baby drac’ below my waist, then bump fire
if you see a b*tch fl!ck me off in public, then we f*cked probably
we ain’t never bought no cookie, we runtz buyers
ridin’ ’round lookin’ for them n*ggas with a hunting rifle
bust a ten milli’ in the car, sound like thunder strikin’

[verse 5: krispylife kidd]
d*mn, where the f*ck my bags? we gotta jump the pilot
them n*ggas over there sweet, just a bunch of icing
i feel good about my hands, i’ll fight mike tyson
i ain’t your typical lightskin, i am not osiris

[verse 6: clean up man]
if you see me with a trenchcoat, i got a pump probably
if you see me with a thick b*tch, i done f*cked probably
n*gga, if you ain’t got no money, you can’t come by me
step on the brick like the task force, i’m rodney
[verse 7: rmc mike]
i can’t be stopped, ghetto boyz times iur
popped three thirties, drunk a four, and couldn’t find my car
i’m sick your haircut f*cked up but your lineup hard
hard work to get me where i’m at, i’m a rising star
bro said the e’s work— ah
bro said the e’s don’t work no more, he tryna find a bar
shot my name in a n*gga back, that’s the finest art
if you wanna know if a b*tch still love you, spend some time apart

[verse 8: clean up man]
f*ck, i k!lled a rap n*gga, he died a star
b*tch, jump on a rap n*gga d*ck, come ride a star
kidd, where the f*ck vezz at? i’m tryna sign to iur
i’m jody, my b*tch woke up and couldn’t find her car

[outro]
(ooh, sh*t, that’s a danny g beat)
(premo beats on the track)

- krispylife kidd rmc mike lyrics

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