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krispylife kidd - spice language lyrics

[intro]
krispylife, b+tch
it’s with a k, dumb ass
(d+mn, max, this one’s too hard)
f+ck goin’ on, n+gga?
ayy

[verse]
n+ggas hit my line every time, they tryna fix a drought
hit a n+gga spot, but i’m in and out
dog died from a post, that’s the end of clout
hit a n+gga crib with big sh+t, this’ll bend the couch
clip longer than a paragraph with no conclusion
wanna be inside my hood, b+tch, with no confusion
always talkin’ ’bout the money you made, ain’t you ‘posed to do it?
you took a l on that weak+ass chain, you wasn’t supposed to lose it
(d+mn, max, this one’s too hard)
this b+tch hard as f+ck
wide+screen in the suv, i can park this truck
if i clap my hands hard enough, it’ll start the truck
off two perc 30s, make it hard to bust
freaky b+tch, she’ll hit me with that neck thrower
all i got is shooters on my team, leandro barbosa
street n+gga turned rapper, i’m a park owner
torture dog, f+ck around and turn into a dart thrower
somebody grab razorblades
i’m all about my chicken, b+tch, no raising canes
i be skippin’ states, from plane to plane
dog don’t really want the beef, f+ck famous daves
(this one’s too hard)
f+ck an associate
dog say the wrong sh+t in here, i’ll rope this b+tch
she ain’t all the way a gram up, i had to coach this b+tch
i’m servin’ to an old gang member, i want loc to quit
i’m convinced, dog ain’t sh+t but a burger
you a store runner, you a worker
you ain’t never been the boss of sh+t, you a purper
cameras in the crib, they sense motion, what’s a lurker?
you stuntin’ with your b+tch, word check, what’s the purpose?
i’m ready to up the score in this b+tch, i just dirked him
d+mn, sh+t, f+ck, alright
okay, b+tch
your favorite rapper just sad as f+ck (d+mn, max, this one’s too hard)
dog tried to— alright, alright
your favorite rapper, he goin’ out sad as f+ck
i had to hold that n+gga, he tried to dap me up
you let all the homies hit, why i’m the last to f+ck?
i know you smokin’ boo+boo, please don’t pass the blunt
if you scared, go to church, hit a pastor up
catch dog comin’ out of church, i hit a pastor up
i came up on bullsh+t, we don’t fight fair
i wanted to boom and wrap the trap, bringin’ mike there
the whole team got twenty+threes like mike here
a drunk ho fell on the table, now i got white hair
[outro]
(d+mn, max, this one’s too hard)
f+ck goin’ on, n+gga?
krispylife
art, art, art
art, art, art of spice talk
b+tch, the art of spice talking
b+tch, the art of spice talking
art of spice talking part 2, dumb b+tch
(d+mn, max, this one’s too hard)

- krispylife kidd lyrics

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