Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Krash , by - Jean Deaux. Song from the album Krash, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 18.10.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: EMPIRE, Jean Deaux
Song language: English
Krash |
| Intro: JEAN DEAUX |
| I be the fountain of youth |
| Wetter than scuba, que lo que jewler |
| Give a fuck how this bitch wanna maneuver |
| I hope that he got a sweet tooth |
| Cause he fill every cavity with juice (Juice!) |
| On my lip, and he sip when we kiss |
| Open wide dont hide it let loose (loose) |
| Get it jumpin like E2 |
| Brute in the booth like Et Tu |
| Two lanes, big body Bruce Wayne |
| Ima shit twice over like deuce deuce (DEUCE) |
| Piecing bitches like a planned out puzzle |
| Threesome, siamese need 2 brains |
| Ride face like a brand new muzzle |
| When I cum, Im top of the food chain |
| Dont ask for it rough, less you speakin true game |
| Imma be on ya neck, like two chains |
| Pro tools bus it open, makin new notes |
| Opera in the phantom, now they seeing two ghosts |
| Neighbors sayin «Who knows?» |
| Smellin like pluto |
| My niggas not sweet, nigga diabetes beef ain’t seeing glucose |
| I dont like ballers, Lonzo starters |
| Wanna top, dropping two strokes anyway |
| Fresh squares to your throat, bringing G’s to the coast |
| 50 cent for a new smoke any day |
| You can’t touch the kid like Chris Stokes no Tucker, my niggas B 2 Klose with a |
| I ball cause Im young |
| Bitch you can’t take me? |
| Keep me off ya tongue |
| Im hot like the sun, let you bitches orbit |
| I gotta carry my sons |
| She say the sum, my choppa do math |
| It carry the one |
| Oop (be quiet) |
| Bitch beware of the juice |
| So many woos Ric Flair in the coupe |
| Too much beef please spare me the stew |
| Got on suede Jimmy Choos and its rare that Im through |
| I ain’t letting hands on the merchandise |
| Bookin fees hit a surging price |
| Tell that nigga please be further wise |
| Fool me once, I’ll hurt em twice |
| Crash out like every weekend Jesus |
| Paster say its my season |
| Some are/Summer gunning for me |
| Hate my achievements, evil |
| When are/Winter these stevens gonna get even? |
| Spring up at 2 am bouta get beastin |
| Fall back im feastin |
| Yea bitch, that a way |
| Many dem, One of J |
| Surf boards up when I see a trend |
| Kill a wave |
| Real estate on west side interstate |
| Born. |
| Bred. |
| Innovate |
| BRIDGE |
| Leave all the sensitivity on the floor |
| Get you drippin like Niagra |
| You could tippy up on all 10 toes |
| Hang you up from candelabras |
| I dont know exactly who led you on |
| You just stepped into a jungle |
| Shit get sticky from here on |
| Pretty bitch jus put you on |
| I ball cause Im young |
| Bitch you can’t take me? |
| Keep me off ya tongue |
| Im hot like the sun, let you bitches orbit |
| I gotta carry my sons |
| She say the sum, my choppa do math |
| It carry the one |
| Bride 2 |
| Ridin round, gettin it |
| We got wild stories |
| Yea we stack to 140 |
| You hear pom poms cheerin |
| Yall my shorties |
| Yea young nigga shoot like 41 |
| Shoot like 41 |
| Young nigga ball like a tournament |
| I ball cause Im young |
| Bitch you can’t take me? |
| Keep me off ya tongue |
| Im hot like the sun, let you bitches orbit |
| I gotta carry my sons |
| She say the sum, my choppa do math |
| It carry the one |