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KrispyLife Kidd - Inna Bag lyrics

Artist: KrispyLife Kidd

album: Judgement Day


Yeah, what bag I'm in? (It's with a K, dumbass)
KrispyLife, oh, no, fuck that (Bitch)
Better get your mans or we gon' keep beefin'
Young dog'll do my dirty work for a deep dish pizza
If I fuck, I will not be leavin'
If you text a n back, "Hey", Ima think you cheatin'
IPhone user makin' rolls off the flippies
I'm intoxicated, I just took her soul off the Remy
She a dime bitch but I'll never throw her ass a penny
We all know Glocks ain't got no safety
But I got more straps than Jimmy
Told the hood I was coming back in a Bentley
Shit real, so we gotta take the chopstick in Benis
Drop two hundred out this bitch, got a Glock, Smith, the fifty
I ain't tryna wrestle with nobody, I'll pop me a n
Clip shoot for seven days, so I'ma keep on squeezin'
Call Mike, he don't stay far, he close by Beecher
Got an E on an important test and almost burnt my teacher
Hit a n on top his waves, and I left him dreamin'
Knew we was gon' blow before it happened, I'm a visionary
I was selling real ice cream next to Ben & Jerry's
Ghetto Boy soldiers, bitch, we the new military
That new FN pack more horses than an engine carry
Just bought four perc-10s from Chuck and a six from Barry
Had to turn the flashlight on, it was getting scary
Put the read beam on his head, I bet I hit his cherry
N, you ain't really from the fifth, I sold a brick on Mary
Ever got into it with a n with more money than you?
I can tell that you broke and you knew I knew
On house arrest, I had no pops, so I did the juice
Bitch suck my dick cause I'm fat and I'm kinda' cute
I seen five friends and I'm claiming two
Gave Rio one and I'm saving two
Beat dog ass with brass knuckles and maced him too
Mike smoking zazas and he facin' too
My bitch made me rice with some fish that was panfried
Please approach me the right way, read the fan guide
I'll drop a hundred out the chop until my hand tired
Thirty racks for this plain face Rollie, but the band diamond
Bitch and it match my chain
Me and bro came up with a plan, we get racks the same
Doggy ain't never shot shit, I got an active aim
I prayed to God for a whole brick, then the package came
Man, y'all n out cold, bruh, y'all gon' let me go to sleep
It's the next day, I gotta do my eight, alright
He did a half-spin when I shot the FN, that's a one-eighty
Cash Kidd with the glass red, please pray I make it
Got insurance on that pint, I'ma take it and say I breaked it
Oh, he just dropped another whip? I'm finna make 'em paint it
Don't talk to me 'bout broke shit, you gon' make me laugh
Mike fucked my bitch without a Mag', it didn't make me mad
Bitch, don't do that when we in traffic, you gon' make me crash
Just bust a date with a young bitch that look like Stacey Dash
Man, we should've left that n sleep
Fuck

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