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krispylife kidd – i’m confused lyrics

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[intro]
ugh
ugh
krispylife n+gga (i ain’t gon’ lie, this b+tch hard)

[verse]
i’m confused do i wanna cook dope or be a rapper
they said i’m the one, like tracy for the raptors
[?] on my chain, yeah i got the hoe gaspin’
the bowl’s hot right now baby, i’m not taxin’
sittin’ in the wraith durning the day but see plenty stars
lightskin with the hoes on me like i’m el debarge
[?] dropped 20, i’m a rising star
it was all worth it cause now they see me in the dark
if i’m book it’s goin’ down yung joc voice
i don’t be with tez but i stay with a glock boy
if it’s really that i’m resortin’ to the chop boy
hate to get you k!lled tryna be something you not boy
you from the hood? what’s the namе of your block boy?
baby oil in my hands, f+ck around i’ll drop boy
am i slidin’ on the opps? it’s a for sure thing
like i’m on thе phone with my baby mama imma for sure bang
you was tough, you was a gangster till court came
you was on that stand talkin’ bout all the important things
30 of ‘em strapped to my nuts came from fort wayne
sneak dissin’ nor d+ck suckin’, i ain’t into that
anything i ever lost, i can get it back
i remember tellin’ grams, ‘i ain’t into rap—
i’m tryna f+ck the streets up, get it out the trap’
my n+gga said he got beef, get the strap out the back
before long john silvs bro had the hush on the puppy
before i seen a b+tch nakey i seen a junkie
all my n+ggas got 40s, they a group of drunkies
before worryin’ bout that p+ssy need to get some—
(distortion)
aghh, f+ck!
before you worryin’ bout the p+ssy, you need to get some money
my young n+gga, he a k!ller, he is not no worker
learned how to do a drill before he wrote in cursive
off night, this a off white like i know virgil
if i’m not around ldg around, he a serve you
i just wanted to help you sell p+ssy, i don’t want hurt you
iced out the clear buffs, i’m a one+of+one [?]
with my mexican plug, dressed like a vato
n+gga run up i shot him through the poncho
push my mama to the side just to keep the glock close
b+tch don’t discriminate, pop n+ggas and pop hoes
[outro]
b+tch!
krispylife n+gga
know what they f+ck goin’ on
it’s with a big k
b+tch



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