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make sense - krispylife kidd lyrics

[intro: krispylife kidd]
ah, this b*tch sound hard
rio, what up, n*gga? alright
krispylife

[verse 1: krispylife kidd]
want me and my n*ggas reinvent dipset?
if you in the club with less than five, then you a dipsh*t
my ex text me like, “i know you miss this”
i text back like, “broke b*tch, i don’t miss sh*t”
spent two*fifty on a pair of socks to live my best life
iur came and got me, i’m up next, right?
i talked to gary the other day, i’m ’bout to have the best ice
see your baby mama, say what’s up, we f*ckin’ next night
i know you not on sh*t, you just a mess, right?
you pulled two thousand out in twenties and tens, you can’t flex right
every time i pour a deuce, i pour another four for kai
uh, i think that’s a six, right?

[verse 2: rio da yung og]
your baby daddy still can’t f*ck with me, he get checks, right?
me and kidd just got the drop on the opps, they at the vest, right?
the motor in the trunk, this a ‘vette, right?
how the f*ck a b*tch, ah
how the f*ck a, ah, alright
how the f*ck the b*tch sayin’ that’s my baby? we had s*x twice
since you got hands, put your gun down, n*gga, let’s fight
three thousand for a pint of wock’, i get the best price
put my chain on, take off my shirt, i’m a s*x symbol
i can spend a thousand dollars every day from april to september
two thousand for a handgun, i bought a best pistols
just tongue kissed a pint of wockhardt, then had s*x with it
[interlude: krispylife kidd]
ah, f*ck
b*tch, you be trippin’
alright, watch this, though
alright
b*tch

[verse 3: krispylife kidd]
yeah, i’m a street soldier
clip last for seven days, i put a week on ’em
slid with an eviction notice, i put a lease on ’em
chop leave a nasty*ass scar, i put a crease on ’em
this beat was already nasty, know i put grease on it
the work was too strong, so i put my feet on it

[verse 4: rio da yung og]
drank a bunch of lean ‘fore we f*cked and almost peed on her
dog a b*tch out, when i’m done, she got fleas on her
i drunk a pint in two tongs, but not casanova
my b*tch wear louis vuitton, not fashion nova
honestly, i’m high off percocets, but i’m actin’ sober
hit him in his back with the glock, he got a half a shoulder

[outro]
(d*mn, glo, you k!lled this one)
(trapboy3k)

- krispylife kidd lyrics

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