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krishu – tommy! lyrics

[intro]
2300 the gang
2300 gon shoot, pull up and hop out the coupe
f-ckin’ that b-tch and i swoop
f-ckin’ that b-tch and chris swoop
that’s what i thought you said, now let me offer this as a reb-ttal:
f-ckin’ that b-tch and skai swoop
30 on me, i’ma shoot

[hook]
i said: “this is vintage tommy!”, now she wanna top me
basic b-tch, lil thottie, and she off the molly
she do pressed xans in big body
…she call papi for the plug, i think she stalling
i might ditch her with the glockie (glockieee!)
vintage tommy!, now she wanna top me
basic b-tch, lil thottie (thottieee!), and she off the molly
she do pressed xans in big body
she call papi for the plug, man i swear that lil hoe stalling
i might ditch her with the glockie

[verse 1]
living like a nappy edit
pull up with them shottas, leave you down, you need a medic
we got beef i had to dead it, got a problem should’ve said it
seen her on tl; cuffed, i shoot like jj redd-ck
blue old faces be my fetish
kman know somalis in the six, huh
sent the message, they gone do a hit, huh?
t.dot with the walk, mix big 8 with mist
i ain’t going it ain’t vip, i smoke dope for kicks
toting beyblade choppas, gang gone “let it rip!”
smoking kk now, hoe i feel like wiz
ain’t no taylors on my feet, these is raffy kicks
we was riding in old benzes slapping triple-six
b-tch i’m tripping still, she do like 30 pills
to me those dirty pills, can’t touch em, focused on a mil’
but i be cracking seals, hoe i’m on my grind
krishu lil pro skater, played it all the time
krishu!
krishu!

[verse 2]
number 23, first-round draft pick, aye
krispy kreme, got the bentley coupe dancing
heard that dog talking crazy, r.i.p. the vet
in the cut counting checks, 23 the set
5-6-7-8, molly won’t let her wait
lotta bands, fotso hittin’ stains, holding rakes
skai told me he too pretty, he can’t move no weight
i just did 3 verses, i’m heading to the bank
yeah she say i ain’t humble, i’m too arrogant
life was earl 2010, i was ferris-ing
now i got mula, f-ck a bueller, everyday is new work
alvin ec like newark, leave purple on yo blue shirt
boof come out the dome, krish ‘rari alike
feel like lil boat, you can’t be my wife
i can’t do no xans, i can’t be no walking dead, b-tch
i could change your whole life off one f-cking text, b-tch
krishu!

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