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lirik lagu enrgy, pt. 2 – krispylife kidd

[intro: krispylife kidd]
it’s with a k, dumbass
krispylife! (i got so much enrgy)

[verse 1: krispylife kidd]
me and my b*tch be gettin’ into it, i’ma keep on trying
n*ggas got it laxed through this b*tch, or they gon’ keep on dying
b*tch p*ssy wet, i’ma keep on diving
yeah, i seen dawg body fall, but i’ma keep on driving
my b*tch wanna trust me, but i’ma keep on lying
dawg know his raps cap, but he keep on typing
my n*gga went ot, and he swiped a meijer
my n*gga pieces hit, he could’ve punched a lion

[verse 2: ysr gramz]
i just bought a lot of weed, i need to find a buyer
dee rich, pat this n*gga down, i think he wearing a wire
last time i was in the stu’, i set the booth on fire
brodie steady poppin’ off on percs, he can’t get no higher
me and my n*gga tight as h*ll like 10*4 pliers
why the f*ck you got a gun if you can’t hit your target?
i’m high as h*ll in the booth, i think i need some water
a n*gga touch me, he gon’ die, he better get a charger

[verse 3: krispylife kidd]
your best bet to keep your hands to yourself
popped dawg in front of everybody, i’ll just hold myself
before i get my checks up, b*tch, i’ll k myself
my pockets fat as h*ll, i gotta weigh myself
lamb chops, steak bites, and martinis
mexican b*tch, [?] named martini
let’s take the rap money, buy bowls, i’m a g*nius
let the roll hang out, b*tch say i’m teasing
[verse 4: ysr gramz]
no, kidd, chill the f*ck out, you lame as h*ll
i took my rap money and bought bowls, i just saved myself
this ain’t wwe, you can’t take my belt
i had to take the gun from my n*gga, almost k’d hisself
his baby mama keep putting him out, i know he hate hisself
i just bought a pound from whatshisname, it’s only 8 more left
huh, i be trappin’ trappin’
shot the draco with one arm, got me walking backwards
20 bands in a n*gga hand, look like a stack of crackers
your team letting you down, you matt stafford
n*gga, i got my own back, i’m a backscratcher
you know you can’t trust none of these n*ggas, they’ll backstab you

[verse 5: krispylife kidd]
i’ll make it so your family all crying and light candles
i’ll leave your sh*t open, like you wearing sandals
n*ggas ain’t got no fiends, they just hand out samples
these n*ggas, these n*ggas ass*backwards
i’ll clean a n*gga sh*t up, i’m shooting detergent
i don’t remember you being street, y’all n*ggas was jerking
i ain’t heard a n*gga say sh*t, really purpin’
made your b*tch have a miscarriage, did it on purpose
ain’t had a job in 3 years, best believe i’m working
pop dawg in his sh*t, yep, closed curtains
in a n*gga bushes, like i’m lurking
make a n*gga wivel like he hit a speed bump
this b*tch i’m shooting, big, look like a tree stump
give me 50 fee, before i tell my n*ggas “eat somethin'”
top longer than a t*shirt, on t*money
i can do this sh*t for free, b*tch, i need money
durag with the braids, lookin’ like i need money
if i let a n*gga slide, it’s cause he paid money
if i see a pig fly, you ain’t gotta pay me nothin’
me and gramz ’bout to beef, i just f*cked his cousin
and that b*tch better not say nothing
[outro: krispylife kidd]
krispylife, ysr sh*t, dumbass n*ggas
i need enrgy, snitchin’ that’s a penalty, dumbass

- krispylife kidd

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