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krispylife kidd - mile count lyrics

[verse 1: krispylife kidd]
woke up, i couldn’t believe it
i had a roll on me and i was layin’ with mona lisa
this sh+t told not sold, nah, i can’t teach you
ridin’ with them bales on me, got the whole whip reekin’

[verse 2: tay b]
huh, ridin’ ’round them sticks and you know they ain’t legal
no, i ain’t tryna kick it, this is not no fifa
i’ma f+ck you like once or twice, i ain’t gon’ keep you
better bring another b+tch ’cause you know i ain’t gon’ eat you

[verse 3: krispylife kidd]
my trap not a regular trap, you probably live there
i made two hundred, you made your first ten, how it’s still fair?
go the mile, go the distance, take them chances, i got jail fare
still flyin’, get excited when i hеar that the mail here

[verse 4: tay b]
lil’ baby do lashеs and she sell hair
i should put a stamp on the ‘bows that say, “sell here”
i should put a sign in my grass that say, “mail here”
you should put a tattoo on your lips that say, “tell here”

[verse 5: krispylife kidd]
bone in my body keep telling me, “get some money”
gun feeling, tellin’ me to cut you off, you movin’ funny
thousand+something miles away, i’m chillin’ in kentucky
got locked up, was lucky, met a chaldean, he was my bunkie
[verse 6: tay b]
you do anything a n+gga say, you a flunkie
i can be like, “jump off a bridge”, n+gga, trust me
i gotta keep winnin’, i fall off, they ain’t gon’ love me
like you forgot how i was ballin’, rodney stuckey

[verse 7: krispylife kidd]
found a u+haul, i stuffed that b+tch and then i went the distance
told my n+gga, “strap your nuts on”, we on a mission
made two hundred gettin’ some cribs, we buyin’ back the trenches
keep your circle tight ’cause you don’t know who out to get you
been a boss, been gettin’ money way back when i was little
get turned off when i found out some bums hit you
one n+gga rat out your clique, then it be a ripple
i really got it out the mud, out the dirt, out the ribble

[verse 8: tay b]
out the dirt, out the ribble, you gon’ need a shovel
anything i want i gotta get, i can’t settle
f+cked a bad b+tch off thirty+pointers in my bezel
i’m at the point in life i gotta fit you in my schedule
you gotta come around just to be nosy, i can’t let you
‘ll never catch me trippin’ on no ho ’cause i got several
you better watch your mouth, you’ll end up in a stretcher
if you my favorite fiend, you gon’ end up with a tester

- krispylife kidd lyrics

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