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krispylife kidd – fashion show lyrics

[intro]
(ooh sh+t, that’s a danny g beat)
(what up, danny?)
ayy
first time i meet a, alright
krispylife
(it’s with a k, dumbass)

[verse]
i’m making plays, i’ma buy [?]
made dawg and them end the war like [?]
know how to a light to the glock, thomas edison
i’m serving dope on the fifth floor, i’m a resident
i’m going up real fast to different latitudes
my b+tch got a fat ass and a bad attitude
my fit cost like eight racks and i ain’t even add the shoes
they saying i’m upping dog sh+t and i ain’t add the blues
beat yo ass in yo vip, f+ck a octagon
out in the ‘burbs, catching sales with a soccer mom
i’m pouring so much wock’ right now, it’s a wockathon
i’ll drop his food, caught him coming out of papa john’s
i don’t wanna see no more jewelry ’cause it’s too fake
still putting that fake in yo mouth? you got a tooth ache
i ran it up right here, i’m on a new statе
this sh+t a lil’ too pink, i want a new steak
a lot of yours died last yеar, that was a cold summer
shooted in may and it lasted the whole summer
if i drop a new piece then the hoes coming
bullets out the fn’ll fold a whole hummer
f+ck features, b+tch, i ain’t no collaborator
every time i drop a bar i could buy half a acre
f+ck that, buy a farm and be a cattle raiser
b+tch p+ssy in the freezer so i can have it later
danny g on the beat, you hear them drums loop
just got into another shoot+out and it was fun too
if i had as many guns as i had, i’ll run too
b+tch credit score eight hunnid, she need love too
the hoes in my city know i ain’t no average joe
i’m finna walk a n+gga down, this a fashion show
every room in my crib got a patio
i’m a active gang member, b+tch, check my status quo
come around with a thirty+six? you getting laughed at
2020 widebody, i ain’t gon’ lie, this a scat+scat
them lumps you see? that’s fifty in my backpack
they way we do a n+gga crib, he gon’ need aflac
ain’t no squashing sh+t, boy, yeah, we past that
i did this in twenty minutes, this a fast track
i debuted on the charts off my last track
catch dawg, f+ck him up, leave him with a half hat
have my mama beat yo mama ass coming out of starbucks
i guess i’m some kind of leader ’cause i just start stuff
i can tell she wanna f+ck ’cause she heart stuff
i know where they hooping at, bro, let’s make the park jump
gun big as h+ll in the trunk, it look like it beatbox
f+ck around, get to blowing and give you a tank top
down his block with the flames out make the street hot
the b+tch wanna feed me and f+ck me, that’s my weak spot
[outro]
b+tch
the art of spice talk part 2, n+gga
you know what the f+cking going on
krispylife
ain’t n0body talking spicy like this
them n+ggas gotta keep up
i can’t be f+cked with, n+gga
rip g
(ooh sh+t, that’s a danny g beat)
(what up, danny?)
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