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96 jordan - krispylife kidd lyrics

[intro]
alright
krispylife, it’s with a k, dumb b*tch

[verse]
drunk some cut yesterday, i need a vernors or some benadryl
one of them ones from my city, that’s why i got a deal
touched half a ticket off of rip, i’m tryna get a mil’
ain’t been asleep in three days, i just woke up, i’m tryna get the feel
hit your baby mama without no condom, yeah, i’m for the drama
drop fifty on your team, i’m the black mamba
then you hear me screechin’ off, fishtailin’ in a black charger
you took the badges off that v6, that’s a cap charger
we cut n*ggas’ water off who can’t keep it solid
only hit the bank to make withdrawals and large deposits
you be in that b*tch askin’ for loans, n*gga
i’m on zillow with your b*tch, tryna buy your home, n*gga
oh, that’s how i got the address
talkin’ ’bout what you did in ’05, n*gga, that’s past tense
the top of my stove touchscreen, this the glass b*tch
and my glock got that one thing on her, this the fast b*tch
you n*ggas loose as h*ll, straight open like a sandal
wanna speak cash, well, we can talk, b*tch, i’m tevin campbell
i ain’t buyin’ no exotic bully, i’m finna buy a mammal
f*ck it, get a passport, hit ibiza, i’m finna buy a camel
my b*tch tryna get high, where reece money at?
got a forty*year*old with good coochie, call her my thunder katt
i’m ’bout to break her p*ssy off a perc’ and a hundred pack
get creative and choke my b*tch up with the luggage strap
don’t play with me, i know where you live, folks
i cut a rival gang member drugs, how you feel, loc?
bro been havin’ prescriptions since we was kids, he the pill g.o.a.t.
i did this sh*t without my— i’m the real g.o.a.t.
makin’ plays out in grand blanc
you brought your dirty b*tch to the beach and made the sand stink
i bet you dig in your b*tch ass and then your hand stink
you ain’t got no room to talk about n0body, your crib on land bank
d*mn, i should make a bid
my n*gga got caught with a brick, now he doin’ a bid
i just spent five hundred for my b*tch wig
the hoes don’t wanna f*ck with my n*gga, he keep firin’ them sigs
the box on the chop look like an interface
i ain’t really into your— alright
i don’t really like your p*ssy, baby, i’m just into face
don’t n0body trust you, seen your name in that n*gga case
i got an auntie that’s thirty*eight and she a dyk*
he got popped before he threw a punch, they ain’t see the fight
he died in another city, he ain’t see his flight
hit a brick with that hee*hee, they ain’t see the mike
i’m on the northside where they cook crack at
my n*gga got a gun hold four*fives, where your mac at?
let me see your p*ssy, i’m tryna pack that
at the casino, bettin’ my pockets playin’ blackjack

- krispylife kidd lyrics

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