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krispylife kidd - jackin' for beats lyrics

[intro]
sh+t, f+ck
alright

[verse]
how you didn’t know i was slimy? i was right under your nose
i ain’t sprintin’ out the club, i came in with my pole
b+tch pretty shakin’ ass, do it without no clothes
ugly hoes stay at home, n0body want you, sloppy joes
b+tch twenty runnin’ from that d+ck, stop actin’ like you grown
your mans lookin’ back, come get a loan, i put you on
i’m in the club bright as f+ck and you know we smokin’ strongs
i know you f+cked me, baby, but f+ck one of my bros
you hit my ho, that b+tch a ho, it really ain’t that deep
i don’t cuff no b+tch, i be stuffin’ all the freaks
made my opps move out, f+ck around and made ’em break they lease
bust that fully, bust that fully ’til that b+tton break they streak

[interlude]
yeah
stupid dumb+ass b+tch
it’s the real thing
(you aren’t even a cold breeze for my man taz)
uh

[verse 2]
hit my plug, tell him get my kis up, he need us
i got my shooters in that fit, they steppin’, get high+knees up
n+ggas cannot f+ck with us, i tell ’em get they cheese up
everytime somebody die, they screamin’ on my jesus
what city? breeze sl+ts, these hoes, they need us
hangin’ out the window with that wood, i’m holdin’ a tree stump
walkin’ out of diamond saks, five thousand for a mink
twenty+eight hundred for these buffs, hutch chipped ’em off a sink
i’m a real boss b+tch, no, you cannot f+ck for free
catch your p+ssy ass out of bounds, clip you off the street
this is just a freestyle, the strongs got me senile
rub a b+tch in baby oil, they think i’m on that p style
i don’t trust no n+gga, out in atlanta got boat with us
ain’t n0body f+ckin’ with you, you ain’t been booked since november
[interlude]
mmm, mmm, mmm, b+tch

[verse 3]
get off that don julio, act a foolio
you seen me calling that phone, b+tch, that’s how you do me, ho?
f+ck her, treat you like a groupie, cuz, i ain’t trippin’, bro
send your ass to biggie when i pop up out that studio
spent a couple, ain’t f+ck her on ten, i f+cked on seven racks
my b+tch a hustler, she say she goin’ to get fives, she brought eleven back
peep my side beats, i tell ’em front, i got a girl i established
tryna get fresh, almost died in front of the pot is up in saks
man
it’s with a what?
huh?
oh my god
ayy, world famous, what we doin’?

- krispylife kidd lyrics

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