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krispylife kidd – make sense lyrics

[intro: krispylife kidd]
ah, this b+tch sound hard
rio, what up, n+gga? alright
krispylife

[verse 1: krispylife kidd]
want me and my n+ggas reinvent dipset?
if you in the club with less than five, then you a dipsh+t
my ex text me like, “i know you miss this”
i text back like, “broke b+tch, i don’t miss sh+t”
spent two+fifty on a pair of socks to live my best life
iur came and got me, i’m up next, right?
i talked to gary the other day, i’m ’bout to have the best ice
see your baby mama, say what’s up, we f+ckin’ next night
i know you not on sh+t, you just a mess, right?
you pulled two thousand out in twenties and tens, you can’t flex right
every time i pour a deuce, i pour another four for kai
uh, i think that’s a six, right?

[verse 2: rio da yung og]
your baby daddy still can’t f+ck with me, he get checks, right?
me and kidd just got the drop on the opps, they at the vest, right?
the motor in the trunk, this a ‘vette, right?
how the f+ck a b+tch, ah
how the f+ck a, ah, alright
how the f+ck the b+tch sayin’ that’s my baby? we had s+x twice
since you got hands, put your gun down, n+gga, let’s fight
three thousand for a pint of wock’, i get the best price
put my chain on, take off my shirt, i’m a s+x symbol
i can spend a thousand dollars every day from april to september
two thousand for a handgun, i bought a best pistols
just tongue kissed a pint of wockhardt, then had s+x with it
[interlude: krispylife kidd]
ah, f+ck
b+tch, you be trippin’
alright, watch this, though
alright
b+tch

[verse 3: krispylife kidd]
yeah, i’m a street soldier
clip last for seven days, i put a week on ’em
slid with an eviction notice, i put a lease on ’em
chop leave a nasty+ass scar, i put a crease on ’em
this beat was already nasty, know i put grease on it
the work was too strong, so i put my feet on it

[verse 4: rio da yung og]
drank a bunch of lean ‘fore we f+cked and almost peed on her
dog a b+tch out, when i’m done, she got fleas on her
i drunk a pint in two tongs, but not casanova
my b+tch wear louis vuitton, not fashion nova
honestly, i’m high off percocets, but i’m actin’ sober
hit him in his back with the glock, he got a half a shoulder

[outro]
(d+mn, glo, you k!lled this one)
(trapboy3k)

- krispylife kidd lyrics

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