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krispylife kidd - fanning lyrics

[intro]
(f+ck the fire, we got grease)
(it’s a wayne beat)
alright, krispylife
ayy (his name’s pablo)

[verse]
outta town, all the people keep tweakin’, my fans fannin’
dog just got finessed, he a ham sandwich
not a trick, but i’ll— alright, yeah
not a trick, but i’ll splurge on a b+tch, [?]
i know a n+gga that’ll shoot the f+ck out you, but he love dancin’
no cap, n+gga
switch make the glock shake, it caught the holy ghost
my n+gga dropped [?]
them people at the corner in that van, i don’t know them folks
got rich off words, my n+gga, i ain’t sold dope
okay, okay, okay, maybe i did sell a little, alright, come on
i was in that trap tryna stay warm, i was improvisin’
sittin’ by the heater with some sh+t that’d k!ll a lion
flint n+gga, ran that bag up, andre rison
like he don’t never go nowhere, he ain’t never slidin’
my face kinda numb, i’m off a deuce of trishy
put the red beam on his neck, you can’t remove this hickey
condo got five beds, you can move in with me
hangin’ out the tesla blowin’ this b+tch, i’m tryna k!ll ricky
krispylife, b+tch, i’m a big problem
sh+t+talkin’ rich n+gga, i can sh+t commas
the watch gave me carpal tunnel, i got wrist problems
but i can’t complain no more, these rich problems
i got the hoes goin’ crazy, screamin’, “skee+yee”
b+tch get wet, get naked when she see me
i’m in the crib for two seconds, h+rny, she done seen meat
i hit her with that macaroni time, you’d think she seen keef
i’m really in my bag, i be talkin’ nice, mama
i’m just gettin’ started, i ain’t even at my height, mama
i can get you whatever you want, text what you like, mama
oh, you ain’t ready to f+ck? well, psych, mama
can’t believe sh+t these n+ggas say, they just be chattin’
but most of my n+ggas, they be tweakin’, they be savage
left flint, hit 75, i had a play in canton
make it easy for you to catch these bullets, [?]
got my jewelry on, we don’t take nothin’
n+ggas ain’t celibate, but they don’t f+ck nothin’
worried about the next man, go and f+ck somethin’
so many shots out this fully, you can’t duck nothin’
[outro]
b+tch
krispylife, k+r+i+s+p+y+l+i+f+e, b+tch

- krispylife kidd lyrics

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