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krispylife kidd - kap on lyrics

[intro]
(lil ron on the track, boy)
good lookin’ on this b+tch, ron
krispylife

[verse]
dog, dog, tell the truth, you just rap, you out of line
i heard you cap at least a hundred times
she asked was this drank? i lied and said, “this granny wine”
can’t cook me sh+t if it got swine
only hit the coochie if i got the time
in source creek makin’ plays with a soccer mom
ayy, what’s up with all these street n+ggas droppin’ dimes?
if a n+gga hit my dog, i wouldn’t even tell my mom
n+ggas say i go dumb, i done lost my mind
bro dropped a rolex, he really paid for time
your n+gga died and none of us tried to hide
n0body from your side tried to slide
you be payin’ hoes to f+ck? that’s what you on?
make a b+tch eat a p and get her sucky on
come home off that slap with like eighty phones
that’s what my lil’ n+ggas ++++ and ++++ be on
i don’t f+ck with these rappers, i don’t support no sauce
if you want a feature, need four hundred or some strongs
and if you shoppin’ petty, please don’t call my phone
pull over here, i need to use the payphone
’bout to call my doctor and see if this play on
you broke and dusty, what i’ma hate on?
drop an opp and throw a party, but only if they gone
gotta upgrade ’cause i couldn’t go outside with my phone
matter fact, brodie, spin the block
i’m ’bout to knock a n+gga pocket off
you took pictures, ain’t no fake buffs, you need to knock it off
n+ggas talk tough as h+ll but be cotton soft
loose+ass lips, f+ck n+gga, i’m ’bout to knock ’em off
oh, that’s your mans? i’m ’bout to knock him off
just f+cked your b+tch, i’m ’bout to drop her off
shoot your granddad forty times if he get involved
i ain’t gon’ lie, the cap off with n+ggas
beam and all glocks, play zap zone with n+ggas
i need twenty thousand for this tracfone, my n+gga
whatever you need, my white boy’ll go and get it
obsessed, sell out straight drop or show me how to whip it
mama called and sent an act’, we told her we was makin’ biscuits
swing the chop left and right, it look like i’m playin’ tennis
can’t take n+ggas nowhere ’cause brodie be trippin’
i don’t tolerate disrespect, i’m set up different
it’s like it got intercepted, you gotta mail it different
or we can get a few fill+ups and drive to get it

- krispylife kidd lyrics

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