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stop signs - krishu lyrics

[hook]
high as h*ll, i might sleep at a stoplight
b*tch i’m colorblind, i see green at a stop sign
and that b*tch is frrr, off the beans, wanna c*ck ride
i shoot when i’m frrr, and i’m frrr, i’ma pop mine
and i ain’t g*y, but all my homies, they look pretty
and my skinny b*tch want titties, i’m buying my glizzy 50s
i don’t play, if i f*ck her, want fees, ain’t showing pity
tell the b*tch up one for city
real bear, she wanna go grizzly

[verse]
bad news, bad news, can’t stop me, b*tch i was born in it
my opp just bought a truck, we gon board that b*tch
aye, she can’t get enough, but i’m bored, lil b*tch
i could pay the b*tch in coloring books, the b*tch would still wh0re for krish
touch skai, i’ma bust mine, aye
touch chris, i’ma quit with these punchlines
papercuts on my hands at 14, never punched time
and you slap hoes, i got mouthpiece, likе a fullback, i don’t punch mine
i’m still lil krish from that 4 side
i’m still with lil alvin, and that thor iron
i rep that jordan, 23, got that .45
shе just wanna marry me, she wanna have four sires
i’m a house husband, take that money to the bank, bae, you pouch running
two brothers, meet the flockers, these b*tches house hunting
like hgtv, we do*do*do, now his house jumping
mary was a virgin but she had a baby on god, i can’t trust no wh0re
ran outta wock, i’ma put ihop in the 4
my best friend, what’s in this backpack, like i’m dora
brown boy, i can’t take it through customs, i’ll get explored
whole gang came through, strapped up, like some gimps
that b*tch went through more lines, than diary of a wimp
rip to chad, i been living like i’m pimp
but my iodine good, cause lil krishu don’t eat no shrimp
i just told a bad b*tch keep her clothes on
i just ran up on your bro, we made him strip
yup, and we taking jewels, violating him
i was racked up, even when i made invader zim
they like krish this, krish that, stop with the hating
you never hung out no jeep, with no k*clip
you never got no 8 racks out no hoe, cause she wanna play, b*tch
you never made more in a weekend than them white boys who racist
krish
[hook]
high as h*ll, i might sleep at a stoplight
colorblind, i see green at a stop sign
and that b*tch is frrr, off the beans, wanna c*ck ride
i shoot when i’m frrr, and i’m frrr, i’ma pop mine
and i ain’t g*y, but all my homies, they look pretty
and my skinny b*tch want titties, i’m buying my glizzy 50s
i don’t play, if i f*ck her, want fees, ain’t showing pity
tell the b*tch up one for city
real bear, she wanna go grizzly

[verse 2]
and he said i can’t be gangsta, b*tch i’m too nice
but nice done got a couple people han solo’d, put on ice
can’t be no knight, my white b*tch she gon double back with the strap, she can’t take a flight
we put bullets by your lice, he broke, can’t fix it with rice
he speaking on my name, we gon put him on a shirt, put him on a chain
i’m in his dm offering free mulsanne, b*tch i’m setup gang
put a fye to his head and bro gon go off, just like propane
it’s a target on his chest, we catch him with lois lane
that boy a simp, but i’m still clutching on this stick, cause even rats k!ll
i don’t f*ck with needy people or fiends, all i take is advil
so much as give that b*tch a ride, she gon get a cab bill
b*tch stop touching my arm, this sh*t is cashmere
krish

- krishu lyrics

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