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krispylife kidd - krispy lunchcrew كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
[?]
(the lunch crew company)
(coronado on the beat)
(it’s with a k, dumbass)

[verse 1: krispylife kidd]
pull strings and get sh_t done off my face card
drink a lot of lean, so she say my nut taste odd
you broke with an attitude and you blame god
it’s weird every b_tch you f_ck pull the rape card

[verse 2: bfb da packman]
that’s a god d_mn shame, you be rapin’ b_tches
chop came with monkey nuts and a laser with it
never wanted my b_tch to sell p_ssy, she made me pimp her
i don’t trust my kids, so, my glock, i be bathin’ with it

[verse 3: krispylife kidd]
two fat n_ggas done linked and our pockets heavy
balenciaga, i’ll pay y’all to sponsor webbie
suck my meat real hard, trеat it like it’s candy
put pills in her punani if the b_tch lеt me
i guess i’m just tryna keep it p (yellow)
i don’t wanna squash nothin’, this an endless beef
remember what you said that got you in this beef?
somebody really gotta die just to end this beef
[verse 4: bfb da packman]
two fat n_ggas, b_tch, we tipped the scale
my stomach hurt, but i’ma keep sippin’, get a ginger ale
i sell fentanyl, pints of wock’, and deliver mail
she can’t fix her attitude for sh_t, but can fix rotel
i left flint and i’m still thuggin’
tender_d_ck n_gga, b_tch, cheat on him, he wanna k!ll somethin’
money old as f_ck, got grey hair, look like bill russell
you could be a pig but got some pape’, b_tch, you still f_ckin’

[verse 5: krispylife kidd]
make a lot of money off of this ’cause i’m a sh_t_talker
my uncle still f_ckin’ with that, he a whip talker
stanley okoye with this big b_tch, this a mrs. parker
i’m havin’ bottle wars in the club, i’m a fifth starter
hold on, f_ck that, let me start some violence
you’s a hooper turned shooter, you should be in college
out in la, on rodeo eatin’ shrimp and lobster
yeah, you a bad b_tch, but you be hittin’ powder

[verse 6: bfb da packman]
my n_ggas known for spankin’ sh_t, no pootie tang
i love it when i smell my top lip and get the coochie tw_ng
[?] that’s my booky bae
got so much dog sh_t in my pants, left a dookie stain
n_gga talkin’ like the plug, he a store runner
cookin’ dope while i watch the kids, left the stove runnin’
somebody tell deasia and jaliya that i’m tryna f_ck
at the same time, i got a thousand for both of ’em
[verse 7: krispylife kidd]
doin’ what i can on the faster tip
almost beat the worker ass ’cause saks don’t be havin’ sh_t
i hit a b_tch that beat cancer, she had a half a tit
she really like me, ’cause most fat n_ggas don’t be havin’ d_ck

[verse 8: bfb da packman]
hold on, my boy, speak for yourself
b_tch gon’ suck whatever d_ck i got behind this belt
before a n_gga think ’bout tryin’ pack, better try some else
f_ck around and leave a n_gga stinkin’ like a sour belch

[verse 9: krispylife kidd]
krispylife, spell it with a k, not no other letter
i told my girl i’ll hit her mama if her mother let me
when i’m done, i just wanna lay there while she rub my belly
i love my cougar, she always sayin’, “juice or pepsi?”

[verse 10: bfb da packman]
i love my midget, when she suck it, baby rub my knees
honey packman, i be laid up with a bunch of b’s
pop a perc’ 30, b_tch left with a ruptured spleen
yeah, you might be bad, but you not better than a cup of lean

[verse 11: krispylife kidd]
r.i.p. to one of the goats, i’ma miss dolph
stop me from gettin’ cookies, i be p_ssed off
my b_tch caught me— alright
my b_tch caught me cheatin’ with her cousin and now she p_ssed off
[verse 12: bfb da packman]
r.i.p.n.b.
interrupt me while i’m eatin’ my waffles, you gon’ d_i_e
expeditiously, no t_i_p
you forty years old, why the f_ck you tryna be yb?

[verse 13: krispylife kidd]
uh, major payne with these baldheads
i made the b_tch stop and i asked, “that’s what you call head?”
b_tch p_ssy big, it’s wide_headed, i’ma fall in
she put that whippersnapper on me, i had to call in
got my white girl that’ll stuff it for me, let me call jen
shot up a family function, i’m hittin’ all kin
i’m puttin’ them through all type of torture, this saw x
the b_tch was surprised, it’s her first time she saw ten

[verse 14: bfb da packman]
ayy, kidd, it’s time to wrap it up
why y’all don’t tell y’all friends they be stankin’ when they clap they b_tt?
knife on the ar just to cut a n_gga cabbage up
sometimes i be mad as h_ll my mama let my daddy f_ck
on god, he was a deadbeat
i’m tryna watch my weight, so i’m cuttin’ all the red meat
i’m loyal, but i’m greedy, why i bit the hand that fed me
b_tch squirt yellow, she keep f_ckin’ up my bed sheets
nasty b_tch, man, that sh_t triflin’
took a fake perc’, hope i don’t die, ’cause this b_tch bitin’
she said she live alone, on god, i know this b_tch lyin’
’cause when i walked inside her front door, i seen some big nikes

[outro: bfb da packman]
nah, for real
ayy, for real, though, who nikes is them?
they’re mine
man, them big_ass shoes, those is not your f_ckin’ shoes
who big_ass shoes is those, for real?
these are mine
come on, man, nah, for real, your baby daddy live here?
no
so your baby daddy don’t live here?
no
man, them big_ass shoes, f_ck is them, size fifteen?
no, man

- krispylife kidd

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