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krispylife kidd - ice rink lyrics

[intro: babytron]
yo, i’ll start this b+tch
f+ck, ayy, ayy

[verse 1: babytron]
spin the ‘cat, turn the street to an ice rink
opened up a ‘bow of that fart, now my eyes pink
diamond boy, spent one+fifty on just five links
vin diesel when i’m on that road, kidd tyrese

[verse 2: krispylife kidd]
just bust another ‘rex ’cause the stove on high heat
i bought my b+tch red bottoms ’cause she is not cheap
i’m crankin’ at a high level and that’s high+key
got a better chance beefin’ with god than tryin’ to fight me

[verse 3: babytron]
3.00 blackouts, try and fight these
marni hit me for a band on a white tee
wear it once, throw it out, f+ck a dry clean
boy, you a fan, you be rappin’ on our type beats

[verse 4: krispylife kidd]
i had tron punch this b+tch, yеah, this flight cheap
gen5 with the switch on hеr, this a nice heat
at the garden, courtside with the knicks like i’m spike lee
i just bought a deuce and dropped it in a lipton, this a spiked tea
[interlude: babytron]
sh+t, f+ck, hey
ayy, okay, kidd, you got me back in that vintage bag
sh+ttyboyz

[verse 5: babytron]
oh, he superman? got a bl!cky just for clark kent
opp want some weed, hit his ‘za with some carfent’
thousand+dollar boots unlaced out of farfetch
plug got some yellow and some red, that’s some carmex
crocs forty dollars, jeans a rack
why you tryna use your feet? got a beam attached
drove the sleeve to saks, spent a sleeve in saks
b+tch got a wide body with the demon cat

[verse 6: krispylife kidd]
i got a new chop, yeah, i’m finna slip and slide
[?][1:02], b+tch, you better get inside
i just sold off some pills, they had fent’ inside
this b+tch p+ssy real big, i can’t fit inside
i’m gettin’ off in a vintage tee
get down and lay down like i’m memphis bleek
if the rap don’t work, then my pimpin’ p
i just beat my b+tch up ’cause she rolled a swisher sweet

[interlude: krispylife kidd]
man, i gotta stop puttin’ my hands on these hoes
but i be so irritated
but go ahead, tron, i’ma let you get back to it
[verse 7: babytron]
when i’m headed up north, gotta stop in beecher
the whole gang on the court, but the opps on bleachers
if you call your chain ice, i just copped a freezer
eighty+four on the forecast, i might rock a beater
sh+t, i feel like kid and i’m with kidd
life great, fast whip with a big crib
why you got a vest? headshots, we don’t hit ribs
gang walkin’ in, boy, you better keep your b+tch hid

[verse 8: krispylife kidd]
made the car go “oom,” this a stick shift
keep your b+tch out my way or she gon’ get hit
i’m off percs right now, she gettin’ limp d+ck
catch you on a date with your b+tch and get her tits hit
i can still get you birds, i just bought a rooster
i’ll still get buckets, but i’m not a hooper
you ain’t never sh+tted on a club, you is not a p++per
i’ll drop a random fifty on your block like i’m corey brewer

- krispylife kidd lyrics

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