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celiná - crush [sct] lyrics

(yvern)

[verse]
bro all your jewellery fake, you turn into the hulk
and your b*tch is fat as f*ck, has she been on a bulk?
i don’t wanna f*ck that hoe, ’cause she drunk
pull up and you know i brought my double cup
yeah but i’m not messing
my raf simons got distressing
this hoe acting so depressing
see me in my heron preston (yo)
here we go, we dropping bodies on the floor
and we gonna kick his door if he not paying us no more
fill the room with purple dope
dressed in all white like the pope
f*ck the pope
you already know, we finna rock this show
ridе in the celica, my main b*tch got me mad at hеr (huh)
i don’t f*ck with you (huh)
i’m on top of you (huh)
spin the opp block
know we get bands for the drop (yuh)
i pour purple up, b*tch i don’t f*ck with cîroc
but i’ll drink henny though
mix it ’til my eyes go low
lower than my beamer
shawty so bad, i just seen her

and my glocky got a beamer
i’m in the stu and yeah i’m turned up
got a moncler in my two cup
this not maya, see you on the missing flyer
head spinning, i need a dryer
i might bite her if i like her (i’m on)
[outro]
c9, not in 18
your cup green that sh*t is not lean
you pour tris ’cause you a b*tch
i leave you with a million stitches
i ain’t talking bout no french seam
ain’t no traces left at the scene
yeah you know we keep that sh*t clean

- crush sct lyrics

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