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 Verse: 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 K CHORUS 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 Verse 2 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 CHORUS 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 [Bari] Ridin round, gettin it We got wild stories Yea we stack to 140 You hear pom poms cheerin Yall my shorties 41 41 Yea young nigga shoot like 41 Shoot like 41 Young nigga ball like a tournament CHORUS 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