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krispylife kidd - billy jean lyrics

[verse]
b+tch wanna f+ck but don’t wanna leave
yo homie in heaven playing god for the cheese
smell reggie in the air, sh+t made me sneeze
blow down a opp block, this finna be a breeze
can’t be trusted cuz the n+gga super sleaze
pulled the pistol out of, four hundred dollar jeans
put a n+gga body somewhere by the seas
pop a n+gga dead in the brain, get him green
i done dogged, f+cked and stuffed billie jean
hit the mall, and spend a long, light sleeve
n+ggas got to be sick that they can’t f+ck with me
im still coming up, your granny still wanna b
your granddad like this sh+t, now he want a feat
old ass got to come up like six fifty for a feat
n+ggas beating up they hoe cause she liked my pic
three five zero for this motherf+cking fit
sugar hill jacket, i’m bout seven hundred drip
still scream krispylife til a motherf+cker dip
off this earth, i’m getting money, you p+ssy n+gga’s hurt
he threw up a c, got him shot in the shirt
n+gga’s want to eat but don’t want to work
[?] on my head in case your b+tch want to flirt
sitting in the trap, but not trapping, how that work?
yeah we did that sh+t, now your mans on a shirt
we did that sh+t, now your mans on a shirt
we did that sh+t, alright look

this the part where i talk about the hoes too
beat my b+tch up, but only when i supposed to
yo n+gga screaming that he hard, but he froze too
i’m from beecher, so i ain’t said “posed to”

n+gga’s dying bout a b+tch that we all hittin
n+gga’s dying bout a b+tch that we all hittin
n+gga’s dying bout a b+tch that we all hittin
n+gga’s dying bout a b+tch that we all hittin
n+gga’s dying bout a b+tch that we all hittin
n+gga’s dying bout a b+tch that we all hittin
n+gga’s dying bout a b+tch that we all hittin
n+gga’s dying bout a b+tch that we all hittin

n+gga’s dying bout a b+tch, that we all hittin
my glock bald+headed, i’m talking bout this b+tch extensions
n+gga’s never on they block cause they know i’ma spin it
hoes suck my meat, cause they know i’m spittin
spent four+fifty on this jean fit and now i’m drippin
kick that b+tch to the curb, her p+ssy wasn’t hittin
block the ho number, she was doing too much trippin
tell me it fell out your pocket mane, on that level i be pimpin

- krispylife kidd lyrics

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