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krispylife kidd - free smoke lyrics

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[intro: krispylife kidd]
(southside sh+t)
krispylife

[verse 1: krispylife kidd]
every time somebody die, they light another candle (stupid)
i just slid on the club and popped another dancer (skrrrt)
nope, slid on the barbecue, shot the whole family
this the type of smoke that k!ll n+ggas, stage 4 cancer
this’ll take the hairs off his head, chemo
my n+gga known for taking n+ggas chains like he deebo
and i’m known for throwing straight bullets, tim tebow
been a lion of my hood, like i’m a leo

[verse 2: fwc big key]
your mans died all because of you, ne+yo
this ice got me cold as h+ll, turn the heat on
finna rob a n+gga, just lost ten at the nino
don’t have no hoes in here, it’s brothers only like i’m bo (brothers only)
i don’t know why n+ggas hate me, co
yeah, b+tch i’m blowin’ up, c4
ion want your b+tch, that p+ssy old like the p4
been ballin’ in the hills, ion never play for chino (i ain’t melo)

[verse 3: krispylife kidd]
my n+gga caught a body, they gave bro the book
imma call the island clutchin’, like i don’t trust the cook
dee boxin’ with a bum n+gga, imagine how that look
dawg was talkin’ choppa for the ‘gram, and got his life took
[verse 4: fwc big key]
it’s like ten different clips in this b+tch, let’s get a movie goin’
cashgang got bad d, we left your shooter open
when i shoot, boy, you better duck, you see this ruger on me?
no, this sh+t not ld but i got stupid money

[verse 5: krispylife kidd]
not a second thought, now the opps windin’
you know what come with this sh+t, boy, stop cryin’ (p+ssy)
like yo man’s car, junkie, you is not ridin’
like i’m a hater, do bullsh+t when i catch the opps shining

[verse 6: fwc big key]
like i’m a hater, i do bullsh+t (i do bullsh+t)
wake up, back to the shop with that bullsh+t (get the f+ck on)
and i ain’t juan, but i’m hood rich (pablo)
h+ll naw, i ain’t selfish, take the full clip (you gone)

[verse 7: krispylife kidd]
get a new chop’ and make it sing like it’s trey songz
n+gga muggin’ at me, now that boy face gone
slapped the tongue out my b+tch mouth, now her taste gone
aimed at everything below the navel, now that boy waist gone



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