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lirik lagu technique of spice – krispylife kidd

[intro]
(dj updoe)
krispylife
iced up records, b*tch
alright
ayy

[verse]
i’m on the north doing somethin’ illegal, i’m on wood street (northside)
beat a b*tch, see her out, i wish i would speak (f*ck you)
if i see an opp, i get friendly, let the wood speak (h*llo)
n*ggas think i’m gettin’ off, i ain’t at my full peak (dior)
dior for me and dior for my b*tch (dior)
feelin’ like rondo with the nine, givin’ out assists (rondo)
dog thought i was selling him a pound of p*ss
i ain’t never sold— nah, i’m lying, let me stop this sh*t
catch ’em lacking, that’s a dime a dozen (yeah)
i ain’t sellin’ out the pound, it’s a pound or nothing (yeah)
b*tch still f*ck me if she found out i f*cked her cousin
i’m just tryna get a forty, i’m feeling like mclovin (yeah)
got somethin’ that’ll pop out and burn your chest like tito’s (f*ck)
mexican b*tch got more to wrap up than burritos (man)
my n*ggas pop out in all red, the hot fritos (man)
and i’m sorry to a n*gga that wear blue, he lilo (man)
f*ck, i mean he stitch
you want two eps plus two shows, give me a brick (come on now)
i know some stoners turn a n*gga ass into a spliff
if i ever ask you, “what’s the problem?” you a b*tch (b*tch)
i’m wearin’ a mask, but this ain’t to stop corona (oh)
run up on a n*gga with a mask, i’m mick foley (oh)
nah, f*ck that, i’m a goalie (man)
i win after win after win, i feel like kobe (wait)
this type of sh*t i be spitting’ll start a house fire (yeah)
do a hit different and set a house fire (buh)
i’m a whole pound getter, you an ounce buyer (whole thing)
told n*gga i wasn’t gon’ torch him, but i found pliers (yeah)
the clip i got, it shoot a movie, if i flip this b*tch, then that’s a sequel
nah, i ain’t never seen you out in merrill, let me call seekle (h*llo)
been trapping all night, here come the sun, it’s the beetles (oh my god)
you like to f*ck bums, baby, let me buy some filas (you a bum)
you f*ck off cheap liquor, i’m buying some tequila (drink up)
i think i smell a seed in this b*tch, who got the reefer? (who got it?)
that ain’t no real zas, that’s sativa
[?][1:30] b*tch, i needed a turtle with speed ([?])
[?] feel a thing (no)
why the f*ck you keep buyin’ all them glocks and you won’t k!ll a thing?
gotta stay away from these freaky n*ggas, they be f*ckin’ fiends (facts)
i ain’t wanna k!ll dog, so, boom, here go a leg shot (boom, boom)
pop a n*gga downtown to put on bedrock (yeah)
these ain’t general release, these deadstock (deadstock)
i stepped on a— f*ck, i heard my leg pop
ayy, we good over here, everything couple steady (uh*uh)
d*mn, i mean couple steady (right)
ooh, i mean couple st— (right)
i can’t say it, f*ck it, my n*gga (f*ck it)
have a freak b*tch set you up, get you straight together
you ain’t got no money and she broke, y’all straight together
catch you and dog out and get y’all taped together
[outro]
alright
krispylife, n*gga
f*ck n*gga, what you talkin’ ’bout?
with a k, dumbass

- krispylife kidd

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