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roadrunner tb & krispylife kidd – layed back كلمات اغاني

[intro]
hold on, layed it back side of things n_gga
alright
krispylife
aye

[verse: krispylife kidd]
for halloween, i’ll drop four onions in a kid bag
this the newest glock, the one you got, that gen trash
slide on a barbeque, f_ck it up, granny hitting grass
missed a couple sales, i was h_rny, i was getting ass
this a big engine, not that sh_t that you riding on
put a hush on the front of this b_tch, get the sound gone
yo chain, looking real dilly’ what’s them, rhinestones?
say the wrong sh_t on one of your songs and get fired on
my girl daddy got the talking too loud and got fired on
dropped a hundred shots in one night, that’s a milestone
took them shots and survived bro, you was in the jesus section
catch me in yo local mall in the yeezy section
heat seeker on the chop, this’ll eat a necklace
i bought this with dope money, this a evil necklace
according to my granny though
b_tch caught me in the act, i put my hoe out the patio
crack yo motherf_cking sh_ll, pistachio
i know who d_ck suck the most, let me call the goat
walk in gucci, they greet me by my first name
in the club with a blade, the opps gon’ need a first aid
reflective off_white, the light hit, my shirt change
.223s hit his white tee and watch his shirt change
how the f_ck you say you a hustler, you ain’t never had an ounce
my chain shining, real bright like waffle house
drunk too much lean, i woke up with the cotton mouth
chop his crib, now the couch ain’t sh_t without the house (aye)
[verse: roadrunner tb]
i be talking dogsh_t, but it’s all fick
quarter brick, put it in a blender til’ it’s all hit
(?) juice and dogfood, that’s a strong mix
get the press and put it back together, that’s a strong grip
aye, where you at? i could get there
i d_mn near be in the kitchen more than silverware
seven days a week, i’m in the trap, i d_mn near live in there
quick to go and put some sh_t together like it’s build_a_bear
fans want a picture, tb handsome squidward
dance with his sister, f_ck then i lift her
california, i’m donating bands to the strippers
i don’t worry about sh_t, my name good like a scripter
if you really tryna’ spin, i could send it in
a lil’ extra with the tester, just to reel you in
hundred bowls sold, do that sh_t again
the only thing on my mind is how to f_cking win
tryna leave the streets, lord be with me imma’ trap n_gga
rapping don’t work, i’m going back, i’m in the trap with it
lean, pounds, and food on one jack b_tch i trap different
like to f_ck hoes with boyfriends cause’ they act different
i thought them n_ggas used to front me cause’ them n_ggas love me
they only front me cause’ they see i’m money
crackheads, pops had the spot filled with junkies
years later, i got fentanyl in covington, kentucky

- roadrunner tb krispylife kidd

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