CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Arguing
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(KrispyLife)
(It's with a K, dumba**)
Money made me stand different, this ain?t the?same?posture
Put your mans?on a chain, I'll snatch the?chain out him
Take dawg obituary, make a paper plane out?it
Been?gettin'?pints off the?love, I had?the same doctor
Fully switch on this Draco, this ain?t the same chopper
Hollow tips in this .50 cal, this a train stopper
I don't aim to shoot below the waist, I'm a brain popper
Hit a brick of soft so damn hard, knocked the cocaine out it
Apologized to the n***a I shot two summers ago
Been done popped dawg over a bike, I be f**kin' with folks
Know how to fight, but I ain't tusslin', though
Sha awkward as hell, I pulled an ugly jumper on bro (Ugh)
Fat n***a, but the hoes still love me (Fat as f**k)
Trap n***a, but the club still book me (Come on)
My n***a black with dreads do a hit, they'll think it was Whoopi
My b*t*h bad, before I left, I gave her a whoopin'
I know how to rap, but honestly, I?m a dope artist
Turn his coupe to a dune buggy, I?ll go-kart it
Seen my opp at a football game and almost worked Carman
Right pocket full of dog sh*t, I need a roll of Charmin
Ayy, what up, KrispyLife?
Seen a n***a son the other day and almost flipped his bike
I'm cold hearted, I be doin? sh*t for no reason
Hit him in his head and clip his ends, his sh*t gon' grow even
Rio, put the Black out, that b*t*h f**kin' with my breathin'
Hop out, chase a n***a down, bro, just don?t leave me
Your b*t*h suck on my d**k like she teethin'
Freaky b*t*h wanna stand there and watch while I'm peein'
I'ma die for my sins, I just robbed a deacon
I be prayin' to God like amen, but be drivin' Demons
I make bands every day, you get paid biweekly
I was finna rob my Cali plug, but I might need him
Kill a n***a while he catchin' Z's, he gon' die sleepy
Been ballin' too long, n***a, f**k the league
I like my guns busty, bought the AR double D's
I'm trippin' in this b*t*h, strippers hate when we tweak
Told the promoter, "F**k a free bottle, buy me drink"
Hold your n***a hostage four houses down on your street
I'm just dream chasin' like that n***a Meek
In '09, I'm snatchin' a n***a's shoes off his feet
Bought his son two pair like, "My bad, I was off an E"
Ayy, Kidd, switch it up, you kind of offbeat
Good in Beecher, I don't need a heat to walk down y'all street
Baby, this an Off-White shirt, this ain't no tall tee
If you ain't got no red or spendin' bread, then don't call me
Ayy? Ayy, I need a f**kin' pop
B*t*h, this a deuce of Actavis, this ain't no f**kin' Wock'
B*t*h, I can make an FN sound like a f**kin' chop
Twelve-hour clip, I'll shoot from one to one o'clock
(KrispyLife)
(It's with a K, dumba**)
Money made me stand different, this ain?t the?same?posture
Put your mans?on a chain, I'll snatch the?chain out him
Take dawg obituary, make a paper plane out?it
Been?gettin'?pints off the?love, I had?the same doctor
Fully switch on this Draco, this ain?t the same chopper
Hollow tips in this .50 cal, this a train stopper
I don't aim to shoot below the waist, I'm a brain popper
Hit a brick of soft so damn hard, knocked the cocaine out it
Apologized to the n***a I shot two summers ago
Been done popped dawg over a bike, I be f**kin' with folks
Know how to fight, but I ain't tusslin', though
Sha awkward as hell, I pulled an ugly jumper on bro (Ugh)
Fat n***a, but the hoes still love me (Fat as f**k)
Trap n***a, but the club still book me (Come on)
My n***a black with dreads do a hit, they'll think it was Whoopi
My b*t*h bad, before I left, I gave her a whoopin'
I know how to rap, but honestly, I?m a dope artist
Turn his coupe to a dune buggy, I?ll go-kart it
Seen my opp at a football game and almost worked Carman
Right pocket full of dog sh*t, I need a roll of Charmin
Ayy, what up, KrispyLife?
Seen a n***a son the other day and almost flipped his bike
I'm cold hearted, I be doin? sh*t for no reason
Hit him in his head and clip his ends, his sh*t gon' grow even
Rio, put the Black out, that b*t*h f**kin' with my breathin'
Hop out, chase a n***a down, bro, just don?t leave me
Your b*t*h suck on my d**k like she teethin'
Freaky b*t*h wanna stand there and watch while I'm peein'
I'ma die for my sins, I just robbed a deacon
I be prayin' to God like amen, but be drivin' Demons
I make bands every day, you get paid biweekly
I was finna rob my Cali plug, but I might need him
Kill a n***a while he catchin' Z's, he gon' die sleepy
Been ballin' too long, n***a, f**k the league
I like my guns busty, bought the AR double D's
I'm trippin' in this b*t*h, strippers hate when we tweak
Told the promoter, "F**k a free bottle, buy me drink"
Hold your n***a hostage four houses down on your street
I'm just dream chasin' like that n***a Meek
In '09, I'm snatchin' a n***a's shoes off his feet
Bought his son two pair like, "My bad, I was off an E"
Ayy, Kidd, switch it up, you kind of offbeat
Good in Beecher, I don't need a heat to walk down y'all street
Baby, this an Off-White shirt, this ain't no tall tee
If you ain't got no red or spendin' bread, then don't call me
Ayy? Ayy, I need a f**kin' pop
B*t*h, this a deuce of Actavis, this ain't no f**kin' Wock'
B*t*h, I can make an FN sound like a f**kin' chop
Twelve-hour clip, I'll shoot from one to one o'clock
