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lirik lagu bam did the intro – krispylife kidd

[intro]
(if you ain’t got a beat from bam, you don’t drop enough)
good lookin’, bam
iced up records (krispylife, n*gga)
(it’s with a k, dumbass)

[verse]
n*ggas ’round this b*tch trippin’, actin’ girly as f*ck
i don’t even smoke weed, my b*tch naked, she pearlin’ a blunt
i’m on my fifth song in two hours, i’m burnin’ it up
i’m in the club with all these guns around me, i’m tougher than tough
first plug i ever spoke to, he was lebanese
he barely speak english, he only spoke lebanese
mama used god name in vain, why?
she seen how much i spent on jeans
sendin’ death threats, i text back like, “boy, i’ll k!ll you”
leavе one of these p*ssiеs bleedin’, yeah, they on they menstrual
tell your b*tch l!ck my b*lls and tell me cough like i’m at a physical
you ain’t even mean to shoot my n*gga, that was accidental
bam on the beat? yeah, this b*tch a classic
throw the p*ssy in a circle, baby, let me smash it
you a ho, that p*ssy blew out, so i’ma pack it
i only f*ck p*ssy that’s snug like my jacket
i like shrimp, i like steak, i like salads
doin’ the a*town stomp on dog face, i like dancin’
my first million, i’ma get gabe tatted
you a p*ssy, you like doin’ videos, won’t shoot an actress
two pockets got lettuce, the other two got some cabbage
i got two hoes, one titties fake, other ass the fattest
my back got a v on it ’cause the front say “bad habits”
i heard what happened to your mans, tell him drive faster
i’m out in beecher with chicken on me, this a classic
‘bows on me, tell ’em meet me on pulaski
i got a b*tch on philadelphia and she get nasty
writin’ raps, gettin my d*ck sucked, while i’m playin’ madden
the raps ain’t free, please, nah, the—
the verses ain’t free, so please do not ask me
i do not sell drugs, so please don’t ask me
i got a fiend from the eastside, go by the name of ashley
i just said i don’t sell drugs, what the f*ck am i doin’?
slid four times this week, now i got the opps movin’
it’s melatonin in this k bullets, it got the opps snoozin’
it left an opp snoozin’
paid 1017, but i am not with gucci
if you wanna f*ck with krispylife, you gotta come off coochie
17, i was baggin’ up eighthies while bumpin’ juicy
18 when i bought my first pair of fat*ass guccis
opps did slide one time, now i’m ’bout to lose it
you upped your strap, everybody backed back, and you ain’t even shoot it
that was so d*mn goofy
first play i ever made was on the north, i was on dewey
clean up my lil’ brother, he’ll really shoot you
i don’t wanna know your favorite movie, do you like prostitution?
i’ll really f*ck your brother up, baby, f*ck you bein’ a groupie
he better not walk in one more time while i’m hittin’ this coochie
bam on the beat, can’t you tell this b*tch smack enough?
d*mn
call of duty guns, i’m shootin’ this b*tch, it got a pack*a*punch
every time i slide on an opp, i gotta pack a lunch
gun big as h*ll, just to shoot, i gotta stand up, nah
gun big as h*ll, when i shoot, i gotta stand it up
i don’t pray for my safety, i just pray a fan don’t get punched
i’ll rob a cameraman if he don’t shoot for us
if we in the middle of a video— ah
if we in the middle of a videoshoot, you better shoot for us
dog died at the coney island, and all he did was clutch
i popped the top on this p*ssy like a faygo or crush
[outro]
alright, yeah, bam, i’m done with this, alright, hmm
yeah, i tried to— alright
f*ck
krispylife, b*tch
iur records, n*gga
iced up sh*t, dumb*ass boy
i can’t be f*cked with
you thought 2020 was somethin’, wait ’til 2021, i swear to god
alright, i ain’t even gon’, alright, alright
just, alright, alright, f*ck it
just, i’ma let y’all listen to the rest of this sh*t
yeah

- krispylife kidd

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