Dope Sales KrispyLife Kidd (Ft. Louie Ray)

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[Intro: KrispyLife Kidd]
KrispyLife
Still grindin'
Yeah, nigga
[Verse 1: KrispyLife Kidd]
Where I live, it ain't no Black people, speedin', I might hit a honky
Horny, the user look good, I might hit a junkie
Lost my nigga Gabe, turnt up that's what did it for me
Niggas tryna get over, got me lookin' funny
Dior sneaks coverin' up my toenails
Bitch say she cut me off, I text back, "Oh well"
Nine bullets hit his hair, make his fro swell
If I wasn't rappin', I'd be makin' dope sales
Gettin' good with bein' sneaky, mix the Wock' with the Propel
Torture dog, tie him up, snatch off his toenails
You had me at not listening, that's where my ho failеd
Set up shop at your nearest motеl
Do the dirt by myself, I ain't into co-Ds
Go home and cook, I ain't into Coneys
Call me weird, but don't you see what happen at them Coneys?
Niggas not catchin' bodies, they gettin' booked for stolies
On a good day, off rap, made twenty thousand
Send a groupie her own location, I be actin' childish
Never do my own taxes, I just pay accountants
What you make in two weeks, give my son that, double his allowance