[Intro]
C-R-U-S-H
(3, 2, 1, pussy ass hoe)
Growin’ up
(Crush)
My most favorite place in the world was the candy shop (Crush)
C-R-U-S-H, you're my
And as a grown woman
(Crush)
It just feels like that sweet tooth never left me
(Crush)
C-R-U-S-H, you're my

[Verse 1]
C is for the way you gon' be glitchin' when I'm fuckin' you
Either way you try to spell it out, I got a crush on you
R is for romancin'
U is for you handsome
S is when I have to tell you shhh when I'm dancin'

He love when I throw it back and when I whisper in his ear
We be fuckin' hoes together, bitch, he love that I'm queer
Nose runny, I'ma give him sucky sucky till his tears
When he sucky, he leave me on yucky blucky till we clear
And I love the way you suck and fuck
And I plan on staying till you bust a nut
I'm a boss bitch but I'm still a slut
And I ain't talking candy when I say I wanna crush
[Pre-Chorus]
I got a crush on you n***a
So what you gon' do n***a?
I got a real sweet tooth n***a
And I ain't talking bout juice n***a
Fuckin' on you n***a

[Chorus]
You're my
Crush
My who?
Crush
My what?
Crush
C-R-U-S-H

You're my
Crush
My who?
Crush
My what?
Crush
C-R-U-S-H

[Verse 2]
And I want you to take me to your candy shop
I want you to push it till my cherry pop
And I don't care who lookin'
If them bitches ain't bookin'
Then they need to mind they business cause they swear we not
Balenciaga stockings with the croc bag
You would think it was a job way we pop tags
And we be goin' out while you down bad
Keep worrying' bout me, you gon' stay mad

And just accept it, you his ex bitch
I'ma guard that dick and protect it
Keep blowin' up his phone, it get hectic
He don't want you no more, hoe you desperate

He gon' call me up tomorrow and be suckin' on my toes
You be beggin' him for follows, you be fuckin' on his bros
We got passion and just happen to relate on what you don't
I don't know what you be on, bitch
I don't know, bitch, I don't know
I don't know, bitch, I don't know
I don't know, bitch, I don't know
I don't know, bitch, I don't know
I don't know, bitch, I don't know
I don't know, bitch, I don't know, bitch
I don't know, bitch

[Chorus]
You're my
Crush
My who?
(You my motherfuckin' crush, n***a)
Crush
My what?
(So what the fuck you gon' do about it?)
Crush
C-R-U-S-H
(You gon' eat this pussy or what, n***a?)
You're my, Crush
(Spread my lips open like it's Thanksgiving day, n***a)
My who?
Crush
My what?
(This pussy tighter than the box you came out of, n***a)
Crush
C-R-U-S-H
(Fuck you talkin' bout, you my crush)
(Damn.)
[Outro]
C-R-U-S-H
Don't hesitate
You're my (crush)
C-R-U-S-H
You’re my
C-R-U-S-H
Don't hesitate, you're my (crush)
C-R-U-S-H, you're my
Crush
Crush
Crush
C-R-U-S-H, you're my
Crush
Crush
Crush
C-R-U-S-H, you're my