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krishu & mace lee - bay 2 texas lyrics

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[intro: krishu]
hah, krishu
btr sh-t, huh?
mace lee, whatup?
(krishu, krishu)
jrach, whatup?
let’s get it homie
(krishu, krishu)
aye

[hook: krishu & (mace lee)]
i’m with mace lee, b-tch, from the bay to texas
i’m in a foreign whip, i’m speeding past the exit
i got 4 hoes on me, i might p-ss the next one
these bars be k!lling rappers, like a smith & wesson
(aye, bay sh-t, i’m pullin up with krishu
skirt off with ya main b-tch, blew me like a tissue
she speaking my language, she ain’t gonna miss you
you don’t want these issues, no, you don’t want these issues)

[verse 1: krishu]
(check!) i just been thumbing through bands, aye
i think i spent yo advance, aye
i think i f-cked her in rome, aye
i think i f-cked her in france, aye
i think i f-cked her in paris, what
i just iced out on a karat, huh
i just iced out on my wrist, wrist
my car it’s silent like hiss, hiss
i feel like thugger thugger, i got me a check
i feel like 5-star baby, i’ll die bout respek
i’m off the lean i’m swerving, i might cause a wreck
she swallow me, boa constrictor, nutted on her neck
i got power steering, b-tch, not handlebars
shooter put this mark on yo head, like avatar
white b-tch don’t know a word i’m saying, think i’m lucki
but she see the hunnids color, now she she wanna f-ck me
i know your kind b-tch, you ain’t trickin’ sh-t
i keep a small circle, i ain’t kickin’ sh-t
i just wanna put my mama in the f-ckin’ hills
get my dad that kawasaki, try and stop me

[hook: krishu & (mace lee)]
i’m with mace lee, b-tch, from the bay to texas
i’m in a foreign whip, i’m speeding past the exit
i got 4 hoes on me, i might p-ss the next one
these bars be k!lling rappers, like a smith & wesson
(aye, bay sh-t, i’m pullin up with krishu
skirt off with ya main b-tch, blew me like a tissue
she speaking my language, she ain’t gonna miss you
you don’t want these issues, no, you don’t want these issues)

[verse 2: mace lee]
you don’t want these issues, issues in my magazine
lee playing lazer tag, b-tch, and i might tag ya team
iphone in every pocket, and i’m still finna sag my jeans
catch you off a bar, leave you shaken like a daiquiri
ooh, man all i got illegal
looking at these rings lil boy you smeagol
gotta get a grip, gon and get my money clip
man i open up the zip and she all up on my d-ck
got the bay wit me, got ya bae litty, in the lexus
lane switchin’, stain hittin’, paint drippin’, i’m so texas
aye bay bay sh-t, hurricane chris, hurricane wrist
smooth talker talk the skirt off of ya main b-tch

[outro: mace lee]
ooh, ooh, i’m pulling up with krishu
skirt off with ya main b-tch, blew me like a tissue
she speaking my language, she ain’t gonna miss you
you don’t want these issues, no, you don’t want these issues



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