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lirik lagu krispylife kidd & ak bandamont - art of war

[intro: 3200tre]
(enrgy made this one)
huh, hold on
huh

[verse 1: 3200tre & ak bandamont]
what i rap ’bout, like to hear myself talk ’cause i’m a fan of me
huh, the car mean, don’t got an ear, i keep a fan with me
huh, i was taught to trust n0body, even family
huh, don’t ask me sh~t, you could die if you raise a hand to me
huh, how i’m in this b~tch crispy and got a band with me, huh
if you ain’t got a hundred k, then you can’t stand with me, huh
the chop got its own leg, it like to stand with me
huh, i be up all night rappin’, i got stamina, huh
you gotta cash app to call me, right now it cost to talk
huh, n0body passed me the rock, i went and bought a ball
hm, i ain’t got no opps left, i done chalked ’em all
huh, before i buy a b~tch a purse, i be done bought ’em all
i recеived every packagе, i done caught ’em all
unky in there mike vicking, he done fought a dog
huh, you gotta stand on all ten until the charges fall
huh, the tesla d~mn near died on me ’cause the charger fart (yeah)

[verse 2: ak bandamont]
i’m ridin’ around with two chops, i know the art of war
this b~tch freaky, keep l!ckin’ on my ear, we finna start a p~rn
i be on dre road with ken mills, i’m knowin’ all the lords
this a h~llcat, i turn this b~tch on, you hear the starter roar
this n~gga tried to call the beef off, then what you start it for?
this b~tch talk a lot, b~tch, eat it up, i’m finna pound her core
huh, i got a pint of drank on me and a pound, of course
ten thousand flat on me, this sh~t blue, what i’ma count it for?
tuh, i just sold a four of fake red
the opps hoes, every time we slide on ’em, they try to play dead
i dropped d~ck in this b~tch, she fell asleep, i got a great bed
all these pills make you nod off, i got great meds
i’ll f~ck around and turn to melly, i hate fake friends
we done shot a movie, i brought her to the tele, she had eight friends
it’s like every two days i crash mercedes, this my eighth benz
ain’t trust the 30s, they was hit, i sold him laced 10s
[verse 3: krispylife kidd]
i just lied straight off his dome, now he got eight dreads
y’all n~ggas hoes, please stop sellin’ fake meds
i hit a b~tch straight on the floor, never not my bed
they thought krispy caught a body, but them was not my legs
in here trippin’, i’m f~ckin’ with this beat pattern
i’m ‘posed to be vegan, but in my pocket, got a beef patty
i don’t care if the first braids, i keep my sh~t nappy
i rushed to the truck, i pop this b~tch, you gon’ see caddy
i’m blessed, ak white boy, got a kentucky plug
made them hoes bounce they ass way before “kentucky love”
she said, “i came fast”, i hit her with sixty shrugs
old lady sell me all her percs ’til she sixty plus
i don’t keep track of my b~tch, but tell me where she goin’
i told my n~gga put the weed up, he got a ‘bow showin’
i took a b~tch to my lake, this a boat showing
i told mobs you gon’ die this summer, we gon’ prolong you

- lirik lagu krispylife kidd ak bandamont

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