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krispylife kidd - swag surfin lyrics

[intro]
(enrgy made this one)
alright
krispylife, n+gga
watch how i do this one
ayy

[verse]
ain’t gotta trap no more, i use gmail as my worksp+ce
give me all felatio, i wasn’t f+ckin’ in the first place
you twenty+eight years old, you just moved in your first place
at thirteen years old, that’s when i nutted on my first face
screamin’ f+ck n+ggas, i need trump back in office
if you see me pop my trunk, then ain’t no backin’ off it
runnin’ the rams defense and i got the packers offense
one hundred, two hundred, three hundred, them my latest offers
in the booth on my fire marshall bill style
have my b+tch beat your baby mama up with her heels style
80k withdrawals on monday, crack a seal now
my n+gga aim got a lil’ better, he put the pills down
i call scatz for emergencies
if it’s a l!ck, my lil’ n+gga be the first to eat
hit the opps’ hood, down they block, we done purged the street
catch a body, set it on fire, we done burned the beef
i made six figures off rap, not one song had a chorus
knock the steps off his crib, how the f+ck he live without a porch?
next deal i sign, i’m goin’ to beecher in the newest porsche
young dog turned thirteen, for his birthday, i bought a torch
all my glocks come with lights on it, jay big, he the sponsor
d+mn near gettin’ ten for a show, my team, they can vouch for that
bullets goin’ through the front and they goin’ out his back
made my first ten off of lyrics and i said f+ck the trap
b+tch, i be swag surfin’
you your daddy’s son, i just know you and your pops hurtin’
f+cked four generations of your family, i am not perpin’
i don’t know what nothin’ mild sound like, i drop hot verses
flipped the he+rs+ with that n+gga body in it
this clip long like a book without an ending
all my n+ggas for real, they is not pretending
hit a n+gga with a tummy shot and knock out his chitterlings
you ever seen an automatic k?
naw, you ever seen an automatic drac’?
amiri ‘fit in the club, swag surfing in your face
if it’s beef, i text back ovo like i’m signed with drake
the b+tch gotta have some cheeks on her
ate too much ass yesterday, i’m in a cheat coma
my b+tch in the hospital ’bout to die, but i’ma cheat on her
if she live and survive, then i’ma beat on it
i know five b+tches who got bust down in the flint store
try to lie, ho, i seen it all, it’s on video
it’s sad, i been f+ckin’ my stuffer and my b+tch know
b+tch had that baby, b00bs went deflated, where your titties go?

- krispylife kidd lyrics

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