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krispylife kidd - crimson tied كلمات أغنية

[intro: krispylife kidd]
sh_t
i f_cked my mon—, i f_cked my mon—
yeah, krispylife

[verse 1: krispylife kidd & bfb da packman]
one thing about it i can never f_ck my money up
act like i’m f_cked up, but really got a hundred tucked
cut his drank with a machete and f_ck his stomach up
actin’ tender, you will die for buddy love like sherman klump
i’m goin’ hard in the paint, no waka flocka
half_and_half, mixin’ tris and wock, this a arnold palmer
don’t test me, you’ll get hit with this problem solver
one day i got bored, so, i went and had a daughter
pst, hmm, i’m a deadbeat now
don’t got to get caught, but still go down, the feds be foul
suck me up with extra spit then grab the towеl
they want me to rap about beatin’ my b_tch, my fans bеat mines
i don’t know what else to say, beatin’ his chick, you gotta pay to play
knock yo’ top off in the water, dressed up as sway
forgot the other alphabets, i just came with k
don’t i make you cold when i’m standin’, i just changed the day
packman overweight, e tall, but undersized
seen atlantic got a woman a&r, i’ma f_ck for mine
b_tch p_ssy good, but her apartment is subsidized
seen my uncle hit a pipe of crack, i’m traumatized (y’ello)
f_ck with mr. make_it_happen, baby
hear your baby daddy still tellin’ lies, he mr, cappin’, baby
i got the head for a mcdouble and a half a eighthy
the people sayin’ i’m the one, like the magic tracy (y’ello)
[verse 2: bfb da packman & babyfxce e]
kidd f_cked the beat first, sh_t, let me hit second
call the wockhardt line, send lean, god, i need blessings
.380 in my pocket in the club, so please test me
actin’ stingy with that p_ssy, i ain’t trippin’, hmm, bring desperate
or alexis, what the f_ck? what’s wrong with me?
sn_tchin’ hoes by they weave all summer, come home with me
i’m eatin’ on every track that i get, i’m home to eat
don’t let your girl vent to a n_gga, on god, he consoling cheeks (the lunch crew company)
this beat from jay johnson
i slang dope and fire songs, sneak slang choppers
bae get irritated when i’m sip, it make me drank harder
i cheat, but i take care of my b_tch and i’m a great father
i know the head fire when she smile and i see buck t__th
wock in my sprite, this b_tch the same color as buckwheat
don’t stop suckin’ ’til i’m walkin’ with the duck feet
ate some trill burger and it made me love bun b
i don’t care if you f_ck my mans, b_tch, come f_ck me
i hate havin’ regular s_x, b_tch, come sl_t me
n_ggas talkin’ from a safe place, tryna duck heat
blac chyna gave everybody a baby, sh_t, but me
man, on god, i’m a jealous n_gga
i’d rather sell you zaza, i’m not inhalin’ with you
glock 45 with a switch, i got heaven with me
i’m rich, but i’m still buyin’ food stamps, who wanna sell they bridgie
e, krispylife and pack, this that spice action
i’m black, but i wanna be successful like a white rapper
designer ‘bows cost five_fifty, this is high fashion
n_ggas think this beef sh_t funny, you gon’ die laughin’
i’m ’bout to quit rappin’ ’cause i gotta save e some
i’m indie, but i’ll sign a deal if they come with three_somethin’
heavyweight n_gga, body big like a tree stump
to all the kids, no matter what they say, you can be somethin’ (yeah)
[verse 3: babyfxce e]
grab her up in the club, let me tell you somethin’
i never worked a cashier, but i can sell you somethin’
the best way to shoot a micro drac’, put your belly on it
know you n_ggas got a problem with me, but, please don’t go to heaven for it
i got a case down in the a, it got me scared of georgia
i bought my b_tch some shoes that cost about eleven jordans
she just asked me, “who all the girls that you done f_cked before?”
i ain’t snitchin’ on myself, b_tch, you gon’ have to catch me for it
this h_llcat a 300 now, it used to be a chally
was literally treatin’ n_ggas like my son, i used to be a daddy
gave they ass the belt
he thought i sold him two pints, i gave his ass a twelve
i was finna—

[interlude: babyfxce e]
d_mn, that’s it? (h_ll yeah)
alright, come on

[verse 4: babyfxce e]
they ain’t leave no beat for me, i had to bring it back
they ain’t want me to walk ’em down, that’s probably why that’s all they left
but it’s all cool though, i just caught a breath
was finna have some kids, but pulled out and put it on her head
i can make the switch stutter, n_ggas thought the glock was special ed
the way it’s layin’ n_ggas down, i thought the chopper had a bed
ganja gods, we still movin’ pounds, bro, that’s another check
i don’t know what’s worse: your b_tch f_ckin’ or her givin’ neck
my light skinned b_tch get what she want because her sh_t the best
my cup whispered to me and said, “e, i think you need some rest”
if you see a monkey on my back, bro, that is not a pet
b_tch, you gave me head, stop tellin’ people that we had some s_x
[outro: babyfxce e]
aw sh_t, let me hear that

- krispylife kidd

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