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kasher quon - wii sports كلمات أغنية

[intro]
kasher quon
let’s go
alright, alright, alright
you feel me?

[verse]
paid sixty for a three_five, i’m smokin’ crush berries
why i just catch a bum_ass n_gga with a blackberry?
plug just called and said he got black and white cherry gelato
i’m finna get this b_tch drunk, all she need is a bottle
so i told that n_gga bring both
this b_tch said, “do you want head or p_ssy?”, i want both
called my lean man, told that n_gga bring a four
now i’m finna grab an exotic pop and pour
just ran into one of my opps and said, “what you owe?”
this b_tch said she short on her hair, how much you want?
a n_gga said he gon’ rob me, i bet you won’t
’cause i got a n_gga on standby, he five minutes away
man, that n_gga right down the street
this b_tch just sent her address, she stay down the street
i told that b_tch, “i ain’t know you live by me”
n_ggas f_cked up in the crib eatin’ puppy chow
and i got a play on the ‘burbs on thirteenth
i hеard that you f_ckin’ with hoes that’s thirteen
man, that lil’ n_gga a pedophile
i just scammеd a n_gga online, he a pedophile
that lil’ n_gga eatin’ dog food
i just saw a fiend overdose off dog food
and i saw a bum_ass n_gga with a push broom
the lil’ n_gga workin’ at mcdonalds gettin’ ten dollars an hour
told this b_tch call off, i’ma pay you a hundred an hour
’cause you wasn’t makin’ that at your job
a n_gga just broke in my crib, but he ain’t come out alive
finna f_ck this b_tch raw, but i ain’t finna come inside
just pulled up on the weed man, he said, “come inside”
what you tryna grab, bro? i got all kind of flavors
bring me original backwoods, don’t want no flavors
i stay in the suburbs surrounded by white neighbors
’cause i’m tryna taste the weed
i’m finna bust in this b_tch mouth, she tryna taste my seeds
n_ggas f_cked up in the crib eatin’ creme betweens
start playin’ with this b_tch p_ssy and it was creamin’ between
i just wasted five hundred dollars on alexander mcqueens
and another loose thousand dollars on amiri jeans
so you do the math
told my weed man bring a calculator, i ain’t good with math
’cause i ain’t never finished school
my mama just said, “boy, why you ain’t goin’ to school?”
’cause i’m tryna scam some sh_t
this n_gga must think i’m a l!ck, he tryna ham me or somethin’
been droppin’ hits back to back to back, i need a grammy or somethin’
this b_tch said she finna pull up, give me the addy or somethin’?
[outro]
let the beat ride for twenty seconds, bro, like
a full twenty seconds and then i’m ’bout to go ally on this b_tch right now

- kasher quon

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