lirik lagu krispylife kidd - jackin' for beats
[intro]
sh~t, f~ck
alright
[verse]
how you didn’t know i was slimy? i was right under your nose
i ain’t sprintin’ out the club, i came in with my pole
b~tch pretty shakin’ ass, do it without no clothes
ugly hoes stay at home, n0body want you, sloppy joes
b~tch twenty runnin’ from that d~ck, stop actin’ like you grown
your mans lookin’ back, come get a loan, i put you on
i’m in the club bright as f~ck and you know we smokin’ strongs
i know you f~cked me, baby, but f~ck one of my bros
you hit my ho, that b~tch a ho, it really ain’t that deep
i don’t cuff no b~tch, i be stuffin’ all the freaks
made my opps move out, f~ck around and made ’em break they lease
bust that fully, bust that fully ’til that b~tton break they streak
[interlude]
yeah
stupid dumb~ass b~tch
it’s the real thing
(you aren’t even a cold breeze for my man taz)
uh
[verse 2]
hit my plug, tell him get my kis up, he need us
i got my shooters in that fit, they steppin’, get high~knees up
n~ggas cannot f~ck with us, i tell ’em get they cheese up
everytime somebody die, they screamin’ on my jesus
what city? breeze sl~ts, these hoes, they need us
hangin’ out the window with that wood, i’m holdin’ a tree stump
walkin’ out of diamond saks, five thousand for a mink
twenty~eight hundred for these buffs, hutch chipped ’em off a sink
i’m a real boss b~tch, no, you cannot f~ck for free
catch your p~ssy ass out of bounds, clip you off the street
this is just a freestyle, the strongs got me senile
rub a b~tch in baby oil, they think i’m on that p style
i don’t trust no n~gga, out in atlanta got boat with us
ain’t n0body f~ckin’ with you, you ain’t been booked since november
[interlude]
mmm, mmm, mmm, b~tch
[verse 3]
get off that don julio, act a foolio
you seen me calling that phone, b~tch, that’s how you do me, ho?
f~ck her, treat you like a groupie, cuz, i ain’t trippin’, bro
send your ass to biggie when i pop up out that studio
spent a couple, ain’t f~ck her on ten, i f~cked on seven racks
my b~tch a hustler, she say she goin’ to get fives, she brought eleven back
peep my side beats, i tell ’em front, i got a girl i established
tryna get fresh, almost died in front of the pot is up in saks
man
it’s with a what?
huh?
oh my god
ayy, world famous, what we doin’?
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