FREEKRIMELIFE* lyrics

[Intro: Comethazine and Krimelifeca$$]
Yeah, b*tch
You know what the f*ck going on n*gga
Bawskee sh*t n*gga KOB sh*t n*gga, I'm piped the f*ck up
You know what the f*ck it is n*gga Bawskee sh*t (Gang)
KRIMELIFE (b*tch)
Okay (Blat)
b*tch

[Chorus: Comethazine]
Free my n*gga Krimelife, tryna lock him up for some sh*t that my n*gga ain't even f*ckin' do (b*tch, b*tch)
b*tch we strapped up in this b*tch, three straps we got one for you, and you, and you (b*tch, yeah, boom)
All of my n*ggas tote guns and we beef a lot (Boom) so what you expect us to do?
Boy, these some Air Force Ones, not Reeboks cause a n*gga got blood on my shoes
Free my n*gga Krimelife, tryna lock him up for some sh*t that my n*gga ain't even f*ckin' do
b*tch we strapped up in this b*tch, three straps we got one for you, and you, and you
All of my n*ggas tote guns and we beef a lot (Boom) so what you expect us to do?
Boy, these some Air Force Ones, not Reeboks cause a n*gga got blood on my shoes

[Verse: Krimelifeca$$]
I got the tool in the stu'
I got the grip in the booth
I got your b*tch off the juice
I whip the coupe off a deuce
I got my crips in the blue
I got my bloods in the red
I f*ck a b*tch off the rag
I pop a perk and I'm dead
I don't want love I want head
I got a di*k in the bed
Seen on the spot with the grip in my hand
Pistol in my pocket it hurting my leg (hurtin' my leg)
Double cup full of meds, run up on me then I'm leaving him dead
I just want money b*tch I don't want friends
You not my slime, you not my mans
I don't got time, unless you got bands
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[Chorus: Comethazine]
Free my n*gga Krimelife, tryna lock him up for some sh*t that my n*gga ain't even f*ckin' do (b*tch, b*tch)
b*tch we strapped up in this b*tch, three straps we got one for you, and you, and you (b*tch, yeah, boom)
All of my n*ggas tote guns and we beef a lot (Boom) so what you expect us to do?
Boy, these some Air Force Ones, not Reeboks cause a n*gga got blood on my shoes
Free my n*gga Krimelife, tryna lock him up for some sh*t that my n*gga ain't even f*ckin' do
b*tch we strapped up in this b*tch, three straps we got one for you, and you, and you
All of my n*ggas tote guns and we beef a lot (Boom) so what you expect us to do?
Boy, these some Air Force Ones, not Reeboks cause a n*gga got blood on my shoes