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krispylife kidd - shannon sharpe lyrics

[intro: krispylife kidd]
([?], turn my sh+t up)
alright
(coronado on the beat)
krispylife
addicted to winning, if— alright
let’s, like
let’s let that b+tch ride for a second
(iced up records)
look

[verse 1: krispylife kidd]
addicted to winning, if i lose, it make my stomach hurt
could never trust a stranger, i put my brother first
if the rap stop working, then this oven work (yeah)
my n+gga got hands, he just punched a purse

[verse 2: icewear vezzo]
f+ckin’ around, drunk some cut, now my stomach hurt
was gon’ get that b+tch plain, had to flood it first
crib bigger than the pastor, i ain’t come to church
switchy on the glock, hit the beam ’til the b+tton jerk

[verse 3: krispylife kidd]
california king, it’s hard to take this bed up
everything you drop flop, i know you fed up
having a bad day, it’s okay, vez got some meds tucked
got a ten in each pocket, it’s hard to keep my pants up
[verse 4: icewear vezzo]
yeah, run it up without my brothers, i ain’t got friends
rich n+gga, throw a party in a drophead
real stepper, we ain’t gang, i don’t lock hands
[?] water, turn a bezel to a mop head

[verse 5: krispylife kidd]
roc nation got jay+z and i got vez
call a freaky b+tch up and tell her bring that wap in
nah, hit my n+gga up, tell him bring that wock’ in
brought the maybach to the trenches, you can’t tell me sh+t about benz
pull the shiesty down and get to purging
hitman from iraq’ll crash out for a designer turban
all my clips come with a curve, i be shooting in cursive
i’ma catch a domestic if i keep hittin’ fergie

[verse 6: icewear vezzo & krispylife kidd]
dog plug in l.a., he just give me birdies
i just got a clean sprite, finna get it dirty
fifteen hundred for an eight, yeah, that’s fifty thirties
pull up, f+ck around, and leave somethin’ like i’m in a hurry
half a million for the ghost, we don’t ride demons
krispy put the city on, we finna buy beecher (that’s cool)
we gon’ buy the 6 too, yeah, it’s slime season (come on)
bronem overdosed off a perc’, n+gga died tweaking
[verse 7: krispylife kidd]
my n+ggas licensed up to shoot you, you will die for reaching
ridin’ with baldheads in the clip, alopecia
highly blessed with this pape’, i’ll sign a preacher
n+gga died tryna buy a verse, that’s how you k!ll a feature

[verse 8: icewear vezzo]
sold his ass a whole song, [?]
i wanna f+ck, i want the brain, i’ll hit a teacher
pockets stuffed with cheese pizza, this little caesars

[verse 9: krispylife kidd]
i could’ve rolled with kathy, but i pulled up with nina
it’s kinda hard to be a rapper and a gang member
holographic scope on the chop make my aim different
lost two homies in one summer, yeah, my pain different
get a bag just to show up, yeah, my name different
feel bad ’cause i cook my kids’ noodles out the same kitchen
i just made this, bro, this ain’t the same chicken (iced up records)

[verse 10: icewear vezzo]
look, took the money to the club, finna rain nipseys
whole game full of house slaves, we made n+ggas, yeah

- krispylife kidd lyrics

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