lirik lagu krispylife kidd - a1 sec
[intro]
(f~ck the fire, we got grease)
we got good grease, n~gga (it’s a wayne beat, iced up records)
what up, wayne?
krispylife, n~gga
iced up rec— alright
(it’s with a k, dumbass)
[verse 1]
had to get my sh~t together, had to recuperate
my whole sack been lookin’ good, i’ve been losin’ weight
ain’t hit not one gym but i’ve been movin’ weight
my n~gga bad, you should see what he’d do to drank
my other n~gga fiend, you should see what he’d do for drank
sittin’ in a cell, all i couldn’t do was think
i’m still puttin’ racks from under the bed, i ain’t see the bank
if i dumped on you when i missed, all you do is pray
d~mn, you must be close as f~ck with your angеls
mix the big b’s with palm angels, get it from diffеrent angles
i’m f~cked up in the head, i wanna fight the mayor
beefin’ with a few, put my baby mama straight in danger
think i’m ’bout to fight? i ain’t kurt angle
fn got attachments on it, i just bought a laser
she got hate for the other side, they had to call a waiver
i hit your b~tch on fridays like do me a favor
i might drop more gators, go old~school with it
pull up with a 38 and go old~school with it
nah, nah, nah, f~ck that, i’ma go old~school bishop
pullin’ up with that big shot like the old~school pistons
please don’t say nothin’ to me crazy, i can’t control my n~ggas
it’s only ten of us, bro, we got like nine poles with us
you say somethin’ with me, i promise i’m not gon’ hit it
i just slumped a white b~tch from muskega, her name bridgett
i got a taco bell chalupa in my f~ckin’ pocket
shoot this b~tch with the left, but i ain’t played for the rockets
if you come late, i’ma have to dock you
treat dog like a homeboy, i’ma have to spot you
i’m on some bullsh~t, i put salinac—
i’m on some bullsh~t, put salinac in a henny bottle
off this type of sh~t, you can hit any model
i’ll hit this b~tch for like twenty dollars
i’m off a perc 10, i hit this b~tch for like twenty hours
me and e in two d~mn stole like twenty dollars
been f~ckin’ since i was eight and ain’t use not a condom
just thought about it, lil’ d owe me twenty dollars
f~cked up, i’ll backdoor my homeboy mama
what beecher n~gga you know made plays on proctor?
been a plug, nah, f~ck that, i’ve been the socket
wayne trippin’, he done made grease again
i know some n~ggas that used to sell the three~for~tens
i know it was hard drop when i was creepin’ in
got to spinnin’ in this b~tch and put him on a ceiling fan
f~ck, he really in the air now
i’ll call southside, b~tch, he’ll air you out
shoot you in your fashion, right in your f~nny pouch
i punched my b~tch in her knee, she can’t stand me now
was on melrose, and almost had to pop a n~gga
got band from the belt store, had a chopper with us
all these percs around, you thought we had a doctor with us
got shot and made fifty plays first day out the ‘spital
i ain’t no regular n~gga, i drink fiji or some voss
i know it ain’t the best water, but look at the cost
i got this b~tch doin’ bet after dark
extort your b~tch, now she ebt me after dark
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