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krispylife kidd – technique of spice lyrics

[intro]
(dj updoe)
krispylife
iced up records, b+tch
alright
ayy

[verse]
i’m on the north doing somethin’ illegal, i’m on wood street (northside)
beat a b+tch, see her out, i wish i would speak (f+ck you)
if i see an opp, i get friendly, let the wood speak (h+llo)
n+ggas think i’m gettin’ off, i ain’t at my full peak (dior)
dior for me and dior for my b+tch (dior)
feelin’ like rondo with the nine, givin’ out assists (rondo)
dog thought i was selling him a pound of p+ss
i ain’t never sold— nah, i’m lying, let me stop this sh+t
catch ’em lacking, that’s a dime a dozen (yeah)
i ain’t sellin’ out the pound, it’s a pound or nothing (yeah)
b+tch still f+ck me if she found out i f+cked her cousin
i’m just tryna get a forty, i’m feeling like mclovin (yeah)
got somethin’ that’ll pop out and burn your chest like tito’s (f+ck)
mexican b+tch got more to wrap up than burritos (man)
my n+ggas pop out in all red, the hot fritos (man)
and i’m sorry to a n+gga that wear blue, he lilo (man)
f+ck, i mean he stitch
you want two eps plus two shows, give me a brick (come on now)
i know some stoners turn a n+gga ass into a spliff
if i ever ask you, “what’s the problem?” you a b+tch (b+tch)
i’m wearin’ a mask, but this ain’t to stop corona (oh)
run up on a n+gga with a mask, i’m mick foley (oh)
nah, f+ck that, i’m a goalie (man)
i win after win after win, i feel like kobe (wait)
this type of sh+t i be spitting’ll start a house fire (yeah)
do a hit different and set a house fire (buh)
i’m a whole pound getter, you an ounce buyer (whole thing)
told n+gga i wasn’t gon’ torch him, but i found pliers (yeah)
the clip i got, it shoot a movie, if i flip this b+tch, then that’s a sequel
nah, i ain’t never seen you out in merrill, let me call seekle (h+llo)
been trapping all night, here come the sun, it’s the beetles (oh my god)
you like to f+ck bums, baby, let me buy some filas (you a bum)
you f+ck off cheap liquor, i’m buying some tequila (drink up)
i think i smell a seed in this b+tch, who got the reefer? (who got it?)
that ain’t no real zas, that’s sativa
[?][1:30] b+tch, i needed a turtle with speed ([?])
[?] feel a thing (no)
why the f+ck you keep buyin’ all them glocks and you won’t k!ll a thing?
gotta stay away from these freaky n+ggas, they be f+ckin’ fiends (facts)
i ain’t wanna k!ll dog, so, boom, here go a leg shot (boom, boom)
pop a n+gga downtown to put on bedrock (yeah)
these ain’t general release, these deadstock (deadstock)
i stepped on a— f+ck, i heard my leg pop
ayy, we good over here, everything couple steady (uh+uh)
d+mn, i mean couple steady (right)
ooh, i mean couple st— (right)
i can’t say it, f+ck it, my n+gga (f+ck it)
have a freak b+tch set you up, get you straight together
you ain’t got no money and she broke, y’all straight together
catch you and dog out and get y’all taped together
[outro]
alright
krispylife, n+gga
f+ck n+gga, what you talkin’ ’bout?
with a k, dumbass

- krispylife kidd lyrics

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