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hill billy - krispylife kidd lyrics

[intro: krispylife kidd]
krispylife (it’s with a k, dumbass) b*tch
i got one famou* alright
iced up sh*t, alright
iced out records

[verse 1: krispylife kidd]
b*tch, i’m an ignant f*cker
everytime you seen me out, i been gettin’ into something
bow, b*tch, this a tummy tucker
so many shots out this b*tch, you ain’t duckin’ nothing
b*tch, yeah, this made*me*fresh money
walking through this b*tch feelin’ like the number one stunna
like a n*gga ain’t never had no p*ssy i’m tryna bust something
you ain’t worthy enough for a wood, b*tch, you got a dutch coming (ooh sh*t)
hold on, lemme speak to ’em
this can’t be your trap my n*gga, you ain’t got a key to it
she suck my d*ck yesterday and today i ain’t even speak to her
d*mn (huh), i’m a piece of sh*t
i had to beat my b*tch up, shе just keyed my sh*t
this b*tch p*ssy so good, i can’t leavе this b*tch
she told on me to my momma, do you believe this b*tch?
nah, can you believe this b*tch?
you ain’t never had twenty (huh), what you braggin’ on?
get you shot in the club like what you snackin’ on?
run up in your girl spot and get your cabbage gone
and for that cabbage b*tch (huh), i’ll get your cabbage blown
yeah, 23 but i’m the don dada
i smell p*ssy, i don’t smell not one problem
one day i was trippin’ and thought i seen a chupacabra
bustin’ at the neighbors, they done called the coppers
i’ll crack your sh*ll like a f*cking lobster
i don’t walk b*tch, run this sh*t like the f*ckin’ mobsters
take the decals off your charger, b*tch i’m a problem
when it’s beef, nah, i don’t never dodge it
vezzo don’t like to take me nowhere ’cause i like altercations
i’ll decorate that n*gga crib, watch how i rearrange it
i’m all on your b*tch t**th, i just did her braces
in highschool i was dumb, i was in placement
on these tracks i go dumb, i just misplaced it
i’ll steal sh*t and then act like you misplaced it
psh psh the lips of your face like you misplaced ’em
b*tch scuffed my guccis, ho you disgraceful
i did the pradas, the big bs, and i did the guccis
i might just hit your p*ssy, baby, if you buy me louis
sike (haha), b*tch, i’ll never do it
i just get my nut off, and i leave that ho clueless
my b*tch barely speak english, her president putin
i’m in the club with that sh*t on me, it smell like i’m pootin’
thought you was gon’ take something’ yeah b*tch you goofy
[outro: krispylife kidd]
dumbass n*gga
iced up sh*t, n*gga
how you* alright
yeah krispylife, n*gga, spell it with a k dumbass n*gga
whole lotta that n*gga
y’all n*gga cannot f*ck with us boy

- krispylife kidd lyrics

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