kishin - uh uh lyrics
[intro: kishin]
uh, uh
uh, uh
uh, uh
[verse: kishin]
i’m the one
moving different but i’m still the same
if i say it then you can get stained
not my b+tch, no you cannot come stay
nuh uh
i got sons
think they different but they sound the same
i can never hang around no lame
got a b+tch in every other state
uh huh
gotta count up
no, i can’t go broke
she on her knees
got my d+ck in her throat
smoking exotic and it got me slow
never catch me sad over any ho
bank account, and i fill it with o’s (o’s)
i be selling what they cook in stoves (stoves)
i got money but i want some more (more)
nеver stopping, that sh+t don’t get old (old)
[verse 2: ujin]
d+mn
took a lot to get to whеre i’m at
i feel like the margiela man
stupid b+tch said she wanna hold my hand
but i’m counting bands up in yen
going up, that’s a knack
f&n make his ass go splat
j+panese thot told that b+tch don’t gag
she wanna ride with the crew
all of my bills, they blue
keeping my sh+t aloof
all of my sons, they start to hate on me like that’s they job
can’t be showing no love ‘cause i know they gon’ be taking it up
they ass, but i don’t wanna speak too much
‘cause i don’t wanna bore my lungs
my b+tch got out last week
she my lil’ plug but she a neek, though
had to run up like three folds
guess she proud of me
[verse 3: mitsu]
go
she wanna come over
told that b+tch lay low
f+ck it my hoodie
you know that sh+t chrome
talking my sh+t ‘cause you know i’m the goat
too many sons and they all tryna’ clone
got too many clones, got too many clothes
my name in your mouth, better keep that sh+t closed
i keep to myself, i dnd my phone
huh, go
i got a red eye to catch
i don’t give a f+ck ‘bout my ex’s
she askin’ me, “mitsu, what’s next?”
i get a bag bigger than texas
i stay whippin in an amg
no s class or that lexus
they say, “mitsu, your flow is infectious”
like oh+oh+oh
[verse 4: veezuh]
(huh, huh, huh, huh)
i can tell she wanna say the l+word
but i told that b+tch to save it
and i put that sh+t on god
put that on my life like david
can’t love ho’s, they way too basic
i run it up, b+tch, i run it like asic
she doin’ tricks on the d+ck
halfway through she tell me
that she wanna tape it, uh
they wanna eat my d+ck
b+tch, i feel like a muh’ f+ckin’ cater (f+ck you)
she got a fat ass
but she want it fatter than
b+tch, i might just cake it (mvp)
ain’t talkin’ league when i say you a faker
b+tch, i been runnin’ up, runnin’ up paper
i’m not a super hero, i can’t save her
this sh+t so effortless
i make a masterpiece (yes)
all of these b+tches come after me
bih, after me
(too easy)
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