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palm angels - krispylife kidd lyrics

[intro: krispylife kidd]
alright
krispylife, n*gga
(it’s with a k, dumbass)
this one of them one type of beats, d*mn
(ogismyname)
was feeling— yeah

[verse 1: krispylife kidd]
was feeling good, so i went and bought the chop extensions
if you don’t wanna die with your mans, why you hoppin’ in it?
i’m really from the gutter, boy, i remember hoppin’ fences
courtside at the game, high*fiving pistons
had to run to the whip, i had glock on me
at seventeen, you was gettin’ beat, you had your pops on you
at seventeen, i was in the trenches, i had a block on me
i been rich for a long*ass time, but i am not homie
like i work for a body shop, i’m a jeep painter
hit his top, make his body drop, he in thе street danglin’
head tap a n*gga, now he get to meet angеls
bodyslammed a n*gga in the club like i’m kurt angle
[verse 2: babyfxce e]
demon child, just sent a n*gga up wearin’ palm angels
just put him in a truck and hung him up and left dog danglin’
i’m ski’d up, just fl!cked a n*gga up, i just broad day’d him
put a zero in a n*gga chest just like jayson tatum
i’m turnt down, i just poured a whole cup of actavis
b*tch a freak, she pulled my sh*t down and i ain’t ask the b*tch
i just sold twenty eights before eight on some rappin’ sh*t
better put your scat up before eight or i’m sn*tchin’ it
yeah, turn it to a salvaged title
i told him he got demons on his head, so he packed the bible
snipe a n*gga from down the street, then i went to scr*p the rifle
dump him in the lake in case the jakes try to go and find him

[verse 3: krispylife kidd]
bank won’t let me make the transaction, i’m finna ho chase
i can tell she been doin’ soft, she got the dope face
you tryna get likes, my n*gga fightin’ a dope case
i’m not cuffin’ n0body, i’m goin’ at my ho pace
they can’t f*ck with me, i’m that one person
made dog sh*t, been countin’ money since twelve*thirty
my n*gga mike, a yerc head, he off twelve perkies
my n*gga tryna k!ll himself, he popped twelve 30s

[verse 4: babyfxce e]
my n*gga keep tryna crash out, i don’t know what’s wrong with him
dogged a b*tch in striker ‘cat, i put my bone in her
think a n*gga a tutor the way i make home visits
the b*tch i’m hittin’ got a big p*ssy, i put my phone in her
wait, nah, i put my foams in her
f*cked the b*tch listenin’ to my music, i put my song in her
already got a felony, police pull me over, i’m puttin’ my chrome in her
srt on the side of the charger, it got a strong engine
ayy, i really made history in the city
i’m really laid back, but you’ll catch a switchy if you tempt me
this n*gga off crack, he tried to put a switchy on the smitty
i’m finna stop rap, this n*gga made a fifty off a bricky

- krispylife kidd lyrics

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