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krispylife kidd & stuntman beatz - tim tebow lyrics

[intro: ]
(the lunch crew company, i’m part of that)
(please don’t ever use that)
(what up, stuntman?)
(the lunch crew company)
(stuntman)
ayy (beatgang)

[verse 1: krispylife kidd]
i’m plugged everywhere like an ethernet
my white boy throwin’ bullets, he takin’ tim tebow steps
i told the b+tch i don’t need no s+x, i just need more neck
yeah, you think you can’t impress somebody, you gon’ leave more stressed
ridin’ with them guns like a stuntman
this beat goin’ hard, shoutout stuntman
you took them bullets for your homie like a stuntman
ran up on me, i punched him, he was too hype, that was a dumb fan
shh, b+tch, alright
turned to r. kelly, got the— man
turned on r. kelly, got the internet and she got the pee face
one+stop shop, you can get a brick or get some c+rate
i’m standin’ on business, got the glock inside a briefcase
if dog don’t like to take his shoes off, we know his feet stank
i bought a b+tch a five+dollar meal ’cause i’m a cheapskate
i get on the mic in the club and i tell my opps leave safe
[verse 2: bfb da packman]
big glock got me walkin’ with a knee brace
tell a b+tch right in front of her kids i need a bj
paid for that coochie, sh+t was wack, i need a rebate
dog sh+t in my pocket got my knee stank
krispy lunch crew company, b+tch, we locked in
i can tell the drank fake ’cause the wock’ thin
n+gga wanna k!ll me over some p+ssy that is not his
call me bae, not daddy, b+tch, i got kids
i’m uncomfortable, love, i ain’t no pedophile
ridin’ with a 4 and a baby tryna sell a child
dirty donuts in the russian creme, i ain’t sell the loud
cheatin’ on my b+tch with her friend, she got a better mouth
top one sh+t talker, n+ggas scared of me
cash app or five hundred, that’s just hair money
joggin’ in a mink, n+ggas think they seen a bear runnin’
i ain’t talkin’ ’bout food when i sell onions
stand on so much business, i caught arthritis
get irritated ’bout my b+tch when she talk them diet
green said she found a pint of act’, she tryna cause a riot
b+tch, your kids in the next room, you gotta suck it quiet
n+ggas be tryna count me out, but i’m clockin’ t
i’ma die krispy like it threw me in a pot of grease
smile in my face but hate my guts, don’t lie to me
i’m puttin’ belt to ass when i want, just watch and see
[outro]
ha, on god, n+gga
big lunch crew, man, krispy lunch crew, man
i’m sayin’
time and time and time again we got, keep showin’ y’all n+ggas this
you know, we can’t be f+cked with
it’s with an l, dumbass
yello
(the lunch crew company)

- krispylife kidd stuntman beatz lyrics

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