Krishu - HONEY lyrics
[Krishu - HONEY lyrics]
Put em, stretch marks on black-and-yellow
We fuck up the road
Bitch it’s Santa, clip a stocking
We turn it to coal
Put the dogs on anything, we tell em to go
I’ma restock anything, I tell her it’s gold
Bitch won’t get a cent, like i’m Gamestop
She talking Love at first sight, bitch
I’m Ray Charles
Tesla drive, we gon shoot, think I aimbot
White tee, red tee, tie dye
Bitch I got paintballs aM
PM, like a pill, count racks
She wanna fuck me cause I, dodgeball
With em stacks
I’m in the, sport truck, shit got boring
It’s foreign in fact
Either way, i’m gon rap
We touring with packs
He gon dye his hair, but I painted my nails
They say we gon meet Hadеs if 23 don’t fail
Fuck it, me
Water & Chris gon kick it in Hell
Rap or wrap, еither way
I’m serving with Kill slither or swerve up
Currently fucking bitches
That mean i’m going through purses
You’re on paperwork
Boy I know his cursive ain’t verses
He want static off of them
Perkies, we catch em, make em short circuit
Hit em up like Christmas
We watch the opps off of finstas
Claiming he really 23
We keep Ks like the Pistons
It’s cool though, ignorant, play the fool
Though he a Killer on that Mic, when
We catch him Run his Jewels, hoe
Said I want her, yeah
I ain’t say that I need her
I ain’t into cuffing hoes, ask Water or Peter
And you cuff like the cops, you kiss her
I bleed her i got her doing trust falls
You pray that you breed her
That boy fragile watch his gram
And watch what he post
Post all his money, post his guns
And post his lil hoes
I’m like "thanks for the PIN"
We kicking in doors
Switch the badge and the VIN, hoe
This ain’t a Ford
Put em, stretch marks on black-and-yellow
We fuck up the road
Bitch it’s Santa, clip a stocking
We turn it to coal
Put the dogs on anything, we tell em to go
I’ma restock anything, I tell her it’s gold
Bitch won’t get a cent, like i’m Gamestop
She talking Love at first sight, bitch
I’m Ray Charles
Tesla drive, we gon shoot, think I aimbot
White tee, red tee, tie dye
Bitch I got paintballs aM
PM, like a pill, count racks
She wanna fuck me cause I, dodgeball
With em stacks
I’m in the, sport truck, shit got boring
It’s foreign in fact
Either way, i’m gon rap
We touring with packs
We fuck up the road
Bitch it’s Santa, clip a stocking
We turn it to coal
Put the dogs on anything, we tell em to go
I’ma restock anything, I tell her it’s gold
Bitch won’t get a cent, like i’m Gamestop
She talking Love at first sight, bitch
I’m Ray Charles
Tesla drive, we gon shoot, think I aimbot
White tee, red tee, tie dye
Bitch I got paintballs aM
PM, like a pill, count racks
She wanna fuck me cause I, dodgeball
With em stacks
I’m in the, sport truck, shit got boring
It’s foreign in fact
Either way, i’m gon rap
We touring with packs
He gon dye his hair, but I painted my nails
They say we gon meet Hadеs if 23 don’t fail
Fuck it, me
Water & Chris gon kick it in Hell
Rap or wrap, еither way
I’m serving with Kill slither or swerve up
Currently fucking bitches
That mean i’m going through purses
You’re on paperwork
Boy I know his cursive ain’t verses
He want static off of them
Perkies, we catch em, make em short circuit
Hit em up like Christmas
We watch the opps off of finstas
Claiming he really 23
We keep Ks like the Pistons
It’s cool though, ignorant, play the fool
Though he a Killer on that Mic, when
We catch him Run his Jewels, hoe
Said I want her, yeah
I ain’t say that I need her
I ain’t into cuffing hoes, ask Water or Peter
And you cuff like the cops, you kiss her
I bleed her i got her doing trust falls
You pray that you breed her
That boy fragile watch his gram
And watch what he post
Post all his money, post his guns
And post his lil hoes
I’m like "thanks for the PIN"
We kicking in doors
Switch the badge and the VIN, hoe
This ain’t a Ford
Put em, stretch marks on black-and-yellow
We fuck up the road
Bitch it’s Santa, clip a stocking
We turn it to coal
Put the dogs on anything, we tell em to go
I’ma restock anything, I tell her it’s gold
Bitch won’t get a cent, like i’m Gamestop
She talking Love at first sight, bitch
I’m Ray Charles
Tesla drive, we gon shoot, think I aimbot
White tee, red tee, tie dye
Bitch I got paintballs aM
PM, like a pill, count racks
She wanna fuck me cause I, dodgeball
With em stacks
I’m in the, sport truck, shit got boring
It’s foreign in fact
Either way, i’m gon rap
We touring with packs
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