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lirik lagu krispylife kidd & ak bandamont - straight thru

[intro]
(it’s a wayne beat)
(elijah)
(f~ck the fire, we got grease)

[verse 1]
pull up on on the opps, shoot this b~tch off the dribble
you f~ckin’ with the opps, you gon’ die, you can’t play the middle
it’s a b~tton on this b~tch, i’ma play the pistol
like the letter after j, we done k’d that n~gga
the opps can’t f~ck with me, don’t let ’em tell you different
i got every f~ckin’ drop, don’t make me pay a visit
20k in the rental, man, this sh~t terrific
shoot an opp in his sh~t, make this sh~t simple
i been f~ckin’ for two weeks, done hit ten b~tches
i’m out of town hittin’ stores, i got my b~tch with me
you wanna buy some real ‘za, n~gga, come get with me
cashback the register until that b~tch empty
if you ever see me around, then i’m pole clutchin’
hittin’ this b~tch from the back, i be soul touchin’
i might just hit your auntie, i’m an old f~cker
slice a n~gga with a knife, i’m a cold cutter

[verse 2]
snuck the drac’ in the party, this a club banger
my n~gga sister f~ckin’ with the opps, i’m finna make him hang her
you want a n~gga smoked? put a 40 on the table
got some fresh blues, still out here slidin’, f~ck this label sh~t
my pendant cost more than your custom sh~t
heard this n~gga beatin’ on his ho, i just hit the b~tch
store still green as f~ck like i ain’t hit this b~tch
n~gga thought he heard a bus, it was the h~lly hittin’
i’m finna hang out the roof, told bro hold my legs for me
on the northside with the baby k, but this b~tch foreign
n~gga from ot on some opp sh~t, watch me smoke a tourist
i ain’t gon’ lie, i caught my first body with a taurus
when i get crispy, i ride with the switch, ’cause i ain’t chasin’ n~ggas
when he hit the floor, flip him, bake the n~gga
that n~gga all talk, he never got no paper with him
he got hit with a 6.2, how the f~ck he livin’?
[verse 3: krispylife kidd]
the plug baptized me with a whole thing, i just got delivered
you got a nice body, she fat as h~ll, how is y’all sisters?
seein’ me eat roast~beef p~ssy is like sayin’ lebron muslim
what that mean?
engineer pop you, but he white, he look like charlie sheen
you got them denims on sale, them is hardly jeans
glock got a long clip on it, this’ll part the seas
man, f— i meant to say this’ll part the street
my n~gga whippin’ straight out the sink, i call it cleanin’ chitlins
i’m ridin’ with my dogs for life, you ain’t know we was this vicious
i sold my sperm to a dyk~ and i ain’t seen the children
they gon’ hear this and run this back, b~tch, we the realest

[verse 4: ak bandamont]
yeah, b~tch, i got murder on my mind, i’m on the east with k!llers
i color~wrapped this b~tch red wine, but the seats vanilla
in wintertime, i sold ten bricks, i need three chinchillas
i told this b~tch, “spread your legs open, i’m tryna see what’s in it”
i’m finna cook a whole brick, somebody clean this kitchen
a n~gga say it’s beef, a week later, they saying he is missin’
b~tch, i’m on banks ave with two white hoes, they think he is pimpin’
i got a bible verse on me, they sayin’ he was christian
but i’m not, i know gremlins with them chops
they say he work in bar service, he get off at 10 o’clock
brodie say he got the ‘za, bring me a jar, i need it now
lil’ buddy tried to run, ain’t get far, he gettin’ shot

- lirik lagu krispylife kidd ak bandamont

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