Stir Fry Lyrics – JS PUNCH
Singer: JS PUNCH
Title: Stir Fry
Futuristic
Futuristic , uhh
This sh#ts goin crazy like a lady cookin stir fry
Vision gettin hazy i’m up high i got the birds eye
This sh#ts goin crazy like a lady cookin stir fry
Vision gettin hazy i’m up high i got the birds eye
Don’t test me, or you can find out and see
Find out and see, find out and see-
-high i got the birds eye
This sh#ts goin crazy like a lady cookin stir fry
Vision gettin hazy i’m up high i got the birds eye
Qanon baby lemme open up your third eye
Baby i’m a wh#re i don’t care that i’m yo third guy
One song, four lives, eight eyes (eight eyes)
Travis scott concert imma see you on the other side
I’m so goofy so she didn’t want to date me
She so quirky she like music from the 80’s
Bedroom studio mercedes
Bedroom studio mercedes
Bed-bed-i-bed-bed-i
Bedroom studio mercedes
Bedroom studio mer-
Fitted up, dressin like i’m michael when he’s thrillered up
Pixie cup, that sh#t be so useless just like pixar’s up
Fitted up, dressin like i’m michael when he’s thrillered up
Pixie cup, that sh#t be so useless just like pixar’s up
This sh#ts goin crazy like a lady cookin stir fry
Vision gettin hazy i’m up high i got the birds eye
This sh#ts goin crazy like a lady cookin stir fry
Vision gettin hazy i’m up high i got-got
I need my money like her snap score
Either means she love me or i’m not poor
World tour, meet up at the psych ward
Drop it off, limp so it’s tik tok
Bring it back, home wrecker where the milfs at
21, blueprint like it’s 9/10
22, get the cue like it’s blues clues
Blues clues, but we in a cult, i be tom cruise
Guy shy but he mad fly call him senpai
You can call me demon, if you exercise me
You’ll need more than, a f#ckin priest
Now, let me see you on your knees b#tch
Look up at me b#tch
I’m all you see
I’m all you see
Now worship me
Get a load of me
Get a load of me
Don’t test me, or you can find out and see
Find out and see, find out and see
You’ll soon worship me
Punch, win-win-win
Punch, win-win-win
Saitama, win, win, reoccurring
Reoccurring, reoccurring
Saitama, win, win, reoccur-
Aye, aye
Tip toe with my eyes closed
And they watch whatever i post, its the night show
Bring a-bring a-bring a-
-with my eyes closed
And they watch whatever- i go
Ever- i go
Ever-ever-ever
If a baby murders will it go to hell?
A minor gettin turnt so here drake bell
Odd man out like it’s jubilee
I screen shot him put his #ss on an nft
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