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inna way - krispylife kidd lyrics

[intro: risktaker d*boy]
it’s*it’s*it’s with a k, dumbass
ayy

[chorus: risktaker d*boy]
run up on a n*gga with the mags, shoot him in the face
get to dunkin’ on these n*ggas like i’m dr. j (motherf*cker)
naw, i ain’t beefin’ with no n*ggas it ain’t ’bout no pape’ (h*ll naw)
y’all n*ggas ain’t gettin’ no money, y’all just in the way (get the f*ck on)
run up on a n*gga with the mags, shoot him in the face
get to dunkin’ on these n*ggas like i’m dr. j (motherf*cker)
naw, i ain’t beefin’ with no n*ggas it ain’t ’bout no pape’ (h*ll naw)
y’all n*ggas ain’t gettin’ no money, y’all just in the way (get the f*ck on)

[verse 1: krispylife kidd]
i ain’t gon’ lie, this sh*t been hittin’ a lil’ different for me
gettin’ off with the rap, i hit my n*gga sister from me
i don’t f*ck with these n*ggas ‘causе they b*tches to me
would’vе k!lled lucious for that spot if i was cookie
feel good to be self*made, naw
it feel good to be self*paid
been gettin’ a bag off before you caught your first right up in twelfth grade
all sliders dropped the price for a small bag of lays
i think i’m lookin’ good, the light kinda hittin’
you slapped your b*tch ’cause she said, “this n*gga be spittin'”
i’m a boss, you a worker, you can tell the difference
my n*gga hittin’ the purple extra hard, bow did for silly
[chorus: risktaker d*boy]
run up on a n*gga with the mags, shoot him in the face
get to dunkin’ on these n*ggas like i’m dr. j (motherf*cker)
naw, i ain’t beefin’ with no n*ggas it ain’t ’bout no pape’ (h*ll naw)
y’all n*ggas ain’t gettin’ no money, y’all just in the way (get the f*ck on)
run up on a n*gga with the mags, shoot him in the face
get to dunkin’ on these n*ggas like i’m dr. j (motherf*cker)
naw, i ain’t beefin’ with no n*ggas it ain’t ’bout no pape’ (h*ll naw)
y’all n*ggas ain’t gettin’ no money, y’all just in the way

[verse 2: risktaker d*boy]
bad as h*ll growin’ up, i just wanted cheese
but i hated rats, i never went to chuck e. cheese
n*ggas hated that i leveled up, what else could it be?
i’ll get a n*gga smoked before i count to three
give a f*ck ’bout how you feelin’, n*gga, talk is cheap
but i get paid for it, i don’t talk for free
never touched a hundred racks or ever seen a ki’?
ain’t no way we can be cool, you can’t talk to me
i be ballin’ like these rap n*ggas, but i’m the dope man
white girl movin’ work like she roseanne
i can get it to you great white, brown, or dark tan
move a n*gga out his crib like we art van

- krispylife kidd lyrics

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