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back to back - roadrunner tb & krispylife kidd lyrics

[intro]
yeah n*gga
roadrunner sh*t
aye

[verse 1: krispylife kidd]
huh, i got a pill bottle filled with addys
i’m on some janky ass sh*t, matilda daddy
i never nutted in you hoe, you better find the daddy
it’s time to slide on the opps’ but can’t find the addy

[verse 2: roadrunner tb]
the way she eat the d*ck got superpowers, think she wonder woman
she had to take her wig off cause i kept cumming on it
told her once i hit it from the back, it ain’t no running from it
said i could dance on that work, i got the stomping on it

[verse 3: krispylife kidd]
f*ck you and that kickback, i’m finna thump the function
she suck my d*ck twice more than (?) what you up to something?
it’s funny, shoot first then they be duck and running
like i hit my head on the door, i ain’t ducking nothing
text my neighbor upstairs like, “get down here b*tch”
look in that scat with the tints, you done found your b*tch
coming up fast in the game, i done found my glitch
clip on the bottom of this b*tch, its five by six
dog dissed me at one then died by six
[verse 4: roadrunner tb]
you bet not call me your brother, might f*ck your b*tch
say when she leaving, she go home and she can take my d*ck
im on the road with that dog but it ain’t no pitt
forty quick to paint a n*gga head like dennis rodman
used to be the man, batman, now he robin
f*ck a n*gga b*tch and give her back, now she toxic
fresh off the stove, cool it down i’m tryna’ lock it
fick take the three, i hit it once, i bet it drop him

[verse 5: krispylife kidd]
today i’m not in trench mood, imma’ walk it
a b*tch can do a lot of sh*t but be in my face is not an option
these n*ggas weird, hopson
white boy f*cking n*ggas up, dončić
i fought her brother because i lover, i’m toxic
fat n*gga about that action, bronson
really got a good plug, (?)

[verse 6: roadrunner tb]
mikey did a whole gram, he feel nauseous
get pulled over and check the whip, its gon’ cost us
im quick to quarter bag some sh*t like i’m dalton
i put my hands on that boy like steve austin
how the f*ck you smacking all these plays, b*tch you walking
number on the tester, toss it in, there ain’t no talking
all the way in flint, i’m getting bucks like it’s milwaukee
allen get a ball every morning like its coffee
[outro]
blender

- roadrunner tb krispylife kidd lyrics

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