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krash! - chxrry707 lyrics

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[chorus]
i got a bad b*tch with me, yeah im hitting them l!cks
this not rick b*tch, this 1017 alyx
all kinda clothes yeah, b*tch yeah
ho make your pick
shawty all up on me trynna suck me like tick

[hook]
i got the* i got the bank running outta cash yeah
we boutta* we boutta smoke up all the kush yeah
i’m bout to* i’m bout to run up the racks yeah
she bout to suck me up, i’m bout to f*ck her up
whole world bout to crash

[bridge]
we boutta crash out
we bout to crash huh
i’m bout to crash out
i’m bout to crash huh
we gon’ crash b*tch
i’m gon’ crash b*tch
be quiet when i’m counting up my cash b*tch

[verse]
i just popped a seal
i popped me a bean
i signed me a deal
new clothes
new swag
i’m setting thе trend
i f*ck a b*tch in the benz, thеn i go f*ck on her friend
popping too many pills, yeah i’m just hoping i make it to the end
old b*tch still kicking dirt on my name
new b*tch f*ck me like she want my last name
i’m sorry baby, i gotta chase this fame
without me, you might end up with a lame

[chorus]
i got a bad b*tch with me, yeah im hitting them l!cks
this not rick b*tch, this 1017 alyx
all kinda clothes yeah, b*tch yeah
ho make your pick
shawty all up on me trynna suck me like tick

[hook]
i got the* i got the bank running outta cash yeah
we boutta* we boutta smoke up all the kush yeah
i’m bout to* i’m bout to run up the racks yeah
she bout to suck me up, i’m bout to f*ck her up
whole world bout to crash

[verse]
bad b*tch not from here (yeah)
light up the gas pack smelling like catp*ss in the air (air)
krtel in the cut ask about us we ain’t playing fair (no)
i slid in to f*ck, b*tch stop venting i don’t even care (i don’t even care b*tch)

he ain’t even on sh*t (p*ssy)
made his ho suck and spit (yeah)
too much sh*t to worry bout
most of it i can solve with a bl!ck (bl!ck)
said im givin her the ick (bleh)
i ain’t never been on simp sh*t
that’s why she can’t hop on this d*ck (no)
hand on my nine, my stick (stick)
southern b*tch, fine shyt (yeah)
ask about me i’m lit (lit b*tch)
i’m in love with the cl*t (mmm)
talk down on the gang again
swear to god you gon’ get hit
krtel we some wardogs
f*ck around you gon’ get bit

be patient
i told that ho be patient
blocked her i’m a free agent
i ain’t doing no d*mn playing (haa)
(mm) i said i don’t do no d*mn playing
too much f*ckin’ weed strains
i think that my lungs failing

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