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krishu - tun كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
23, 23, 23
krishu, aye
rip woo
krish
23, 23, 23
aye

[hook]
aye, i got the party turnt, no molly, just shots
b_tch thought i meant a ring when i said i’ma give her the rocks
all my youngins shoot, like nba, no top
them boys you say k!llas for you, don’t exist, like corn pop
choppa on me that piper, and i feel like roddy, cause this hoe selling the box
said he an opp, he went to ktvu not fox
4 hoes, but i’m in the middle like rob
brown boy, shoot a semiautomatic out a rickshaw
sell it to my old fiend, she said “good god!”

[verse]
man down, she said “jesus christ, jesus christ!”
opps know wassup, see this 30 on me, they react like flight
23 gang, i’m with lil water, he 5’5, with them ricks on, he got height, height
ali? no, listen, we don’t fight, fight, we put hoes on a boat like mike tice
i been riding round the city, jugging, math don’t add up like reaganomics
still with chris, still thuggin, rakes sing like pentatonix
you’re hearing krishard homie, not talking b_tches, but these titties, they hold heat
got 101 thots, at 101 spots, like zoey
big sticks poking out the truck, like rowing
b_tch get a hug, not a f_ck, uh huh
my b_tch talking bout pnc, suntrust
i don’t do scamming, i receive the funds
need cc_dub, f_ck illegal guns
baskin robbins, got 31 flavors of za
we got the best of the bags in the city, hoe
all my shooters young, yeah, just like diddy’s hoes
these hoes laugh at you, like _rs_nio
riddle me, riddle me, yeah, the cops be riddling
put him on a roof, but we wasn’t fiddling
my raps got a little bit of speed, like ritalin
he was in a wraith, but we turned it into a casket he was sitting in
three glocks, these hoes sing like destiny’s child
your sh_t sing like jeremy piven
swear i got a city full of kids
sh_t is embarrassing, got more sons than phil rivers
krishu
[hook]
aye, i got the party turnt, no molly, just shots
b_tch thought i meant a ring when i said i’ma give her the rocks
all my youngins shoot, like nba, no top
them boys you say k!llas for you, don’t exist, like corn pop
choppa on me that piper, and i feel like roddy, cause this hoe selling the box
said he an opp, he went to ktvu not fox
4 hoes, but i’m in the middle like rob
brown boy, shoot a semiautomatic out a rickshaw
sell it to my old fiend, she said “good god!”

[outro]
krish…
krish

- krishu

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