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krishu - roshes lyrics

[hook: krishu]
strike one, you was cuffing js, loving street walkers
strike two, you gossip bout a case, thought you wasn’t a talker
strike three, you was pointing digits, tryna erase convictions
don’t make your, have, in it, you will not go missing
we gon put some, in the air, like covid
that b+tch you loving, put white on her face, like it’s lotion
i got some lil homies who gon sl+t that b+tch out, and they gon post it
that boy just a junkie with some money, he still in roshes

[verse 1: krishu]
man, f+ck this hoe b+tch, man, i don’t know b+tch, you sound like po, b+tch
told my mama i ain’t having kids, won’t go on maury povich
college b+tches all on meth, claiming that it got them focused
the sh+t my brother pour so strong, it got sev cups eroding
we keep all them racks, and all them flats, just for occasions
hе’ll bond out of holding, long as he don’t make no statemеnts
i think he allergic to green, i’ma call that lil boy a racist
we gon take his sh+t, leave him singing in the store, like he’s mason
f+ck a statement, ain’t n0body signing papers, but greysen
all my youngins go, masked up, like they jason
ain’t talking bout freddy, i’m talking bout todd
sold her fake acid, the paper façade
my skinny hoe, got sad she got thick, i said it’s water weight b+tch
we the ones who got his mama scared, she on nextdoor
we in the bnb with 3 d+cks, like a s+x store
x drive itself, only reason me and spenny ain’t wreck for sure
he don’t wanna catch the pack, he gon take it himself, devin hester
[hook: krishu]
strike one, you was cuffing js, loving street walkers
strike two, you gossip bout a case, thought you wasn’t a talker
strike three, you was pointing digits, tryna erase convictions
don’t make your, have, in it, you will not go missing
we gon put some, in the air, like covid
that b+tch you loving, put white on her face, like it’s lotion
i got some lil homies who gon sl+t that b+tch out, and they gon post it
that boy just a junkie with some money, he still in roshes

[verse 2: nate!]
he ain’t out the mud, he just cappin all of the time
i might pop em in his stomach, blood gushin out of his side
finna die, why, you want me to take your life?
ain’t no surprise, you trying, me, boy, need to read the signs
you wanna go, go, go, why you never meet me on the road, road, road?
make em dance when i tote
boy, you is a fiend, always actin like a junkie
p+ssy always off em beans, sellin cheech for some money
hide behind your silly team, you ain’t ever try to touch me
say you got a ride or die, so why your b+tch sayin she love me?
you wanna go, go, go, why you never meet me on the road, road, road?
make em fold, 38 up on me and it blow
dirty faces watching at your shows
say we beefing, you ain’t got a pole
talkin sh+t and you get lil bro’d
[hook: krishu]
strike one, you was cuffing js, loving street walkers
strike two, you gossip bout a case, thought you wasn’t a talker
strike three, you was pointing digits, tryna erase convictions
don’t make your, have, in it, you will not go missing
we gon put some, in the air, like covid
that b+tch you loving, put white on her face, like it’s lotion
i got some lil homies who gon sl+t that b+tch out, and they gon post it
that boy just a junkie with some money, he still in roshes

- krishu lyrics

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