Novembee

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KrispyLife Kidd - Rap, Detroit Rap

Novembee

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[Intro] Iced Up, alright (It's with a K, dumbass) [Verse] It's bright, you can catch me out with a dope fiend with me He smoke crack and freestyle, I got a dope fiend with me (Iced Up Records) She smoke crack, she twenty-five and she ain't seen fifty Been done killed you and then asked Allah for forgiveness Old-head still wanna shoot, he Vince Carter Just put these whites on, but I'm finna park 'em Big bitch stuck on me, Professor Oglevee and Ms. Parker This bitch look kinda good, I'ma go in her heart Supposed to been gettin' shit with granny, and some shit startеd Spot an opp at Landmark, yeah, I'm finna spark him Told my granny driver pull over, I can do a walk-in Just to whack an old man and kill you holdin' a walkеr Creep up on a pussy nigga, I'm feelin' like a stalker I ain't talkin' hopscotch, bitch, but I'm finna chalk him I don't come up off shit So fat, gon' be sick My gun jammed, I got to hittin' it, playin' Bop It in this bitch That ain't no guitar in this case, it's a chopper in this bitch Seen a nigga in the club and got to joggin' in the whip Naw, I wasn't scared, it was some weight on me in the whip You a petty sipper, you'll drink a deuce, I poured a six You a tender nigga, you cryin' 'bout a bitch I never hit Oh, you ain't fuckin'? Well, I need gas for the whip Oh, you ain't suckin'? Well, you need cash for the Lyft Pandemic bucks, I paid three thousand for the sticks I hit the pint three times, but he wasn't hip In the trap with sandwich bags and a scale Ain't shit to eat, got some crackers and they stale I got a package on the way, I'm standin' by the mail My nigga on his way home, I'm standin' by the jail I really can't do too much, I be losin' my bitches And it don't help that I be bruisin' my bitches Fuck doin' it up close, I can shoot from a distance Seen boy out for breakfast, roped off the whole Denny's I don't know what the fuck wrong with me My barber think I'm tryna kill him 'cause I got pole with me He tryna line me up, but the pole keep on stickin' I don't know what's wrong with me, I just don't trust niggas Every time I see an opp, I just wanna bust niggas I see an opp, I slap the shit out him, yeah, we cut different

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  • KrispyLife Kidd