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rich flunky - krispylife kidd lyrics

[intro]
(it’s a wayne beat)
(iced up records)
(ooh, sav k!lled it)
(it’s with a k, dumbass)

[verse]
n*gga gotta state facts, we don’t do assumptions
like i work for the city, i’ll get to dumpin’
try to put a brick on a tip, got my skelly jumpin’
every time i pull up, make a sale, got my webby bumpin’
that just mean i live a savage life
dog tried to slide a seven, he done died for dice
dog tried to slide for some racks, he done died for mice
toss a n*gga off a building, he done died from height
free ri, he done touched an m from a sale
i’m anxious for that package, please, n0body touch the mail
i’ma do some bullsh*t ’cause i got the bail
slow motion better than no motion, f*ck it, i’m a snail
takin’ trips from flint to az on the hustle tip
all my bullets go through everything on the puncture tip
your b*tch say she love my music, she on the f*cking tip
your b*tch wanna put you out ’cause she say you scared of trips
but, me? i’ma step forward
bang, bang, c*cked as f*cker, then i step forward
i just shot a n*gga mustang, i done stepped for it
i could cough on a n*gga beat, get a check for it
suck the d*ck hard enough, baby, get a mess for it
f*ck it, if you f*ck gang, you’d get blessed for it
what you want, a couple dollars?
make a n*gga whip fold in half like a couple wallets
i’m sippin’ act’ so this a cup of knowledge
i think we robbed the wrong n*gga, we got a couple problems
you still lame as h*ll, my n*gga, with a couple dollars
it’s sad ’cause money don’t a lame n*ggas
i turned on the label and i went and got a chain bigger
i went and got some p*ssy, then i went and got a chain bigger
i got my b*tch a bbl like, “make that thing bigger”
i went and got a wide*body like make the frame bigger
my sh*t won’t get tappin’ plugged through metro
slide through your city and i’m lookin’ for the best smoke
i won’t even beat your ass, hit you with the dev choke
the b*tch almost died from nuttin’, hit her with the dev stroke
my b*tch got locked, now me and her friends f*ckin’
can’t get you the best price when you in kentucky
you run to the store with chains on, you a rich flunky
million*dollar man in my phone, this a rich junkie
just paid hutch another visit, now my wrist chunky
all i know is three words, “i get money”
animal cruelty, b*tch, got the pit funky

- krispylife kidd lyrics

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