usa - kasean lyrics
[intro]
(yeah, yeah b*tch)
(sycho, sycho, sycho, sycho, sycho)
(sycho, sycho, sycho, sycho, sycho)
[chorus]
step in balenci’, the hoes start jumpin’
know you a thot, told the b*tch can’t love you
i get to, shooting this b*tch undercover
what’s on the jeans, told the b*tch undercover
u.s.a jacket, the colors like drummond
choppa, keep shooting this b*tch like it’s drummin’
know that i stay in this b*tch with my brother
know that i stay in this b*tch with my kutta
[verse]
i had a whole lotta hoes in the spot, okay
look like the show sold out
n*gga try to play with the gang, but he must’ve forgot
we had to punch that bot
we had to punch that p*ssy, bad b*tch, punch that p*ssy (eugh)
twin don’t play, don’t push him
b*tch i don’t ball like no rookie
you want the swag, come book me
you want the swag, can’t take it
rock margiela the maison baby
you know i bool with the facеs
i just be smoking on za pack, you know i keep it in cases
punk b*tch gon’ have to guard up
you bеtter tie up them laces
[chorus]
step in balenci’, the hoes start jumpin’
know you a thot, told the b*tch can’t love you
i get to, shooting this b*tch undercover
what’s on the jeans, told the b*tch undercover
u.s.a jacket, the colors like drummond
choppa, keep shooting this b*tch like it’s drummin’
know that i stay in this b*tch with my brother
know that i stay in this b*tch with my kutta
i’m tryna ball out, i shoot it like b*tter
freak lil’ b*tch, tryna get in my covers
trash ass n*ggas, all y’all gotta suffer
b*tch ass chop got a d*, no rubber
[build*up]
(sycho, sycho, sycho, sycho, sycho)
(sycho, sycho, sycho, sycho, sycho)
[chorus]
step in balenci’, the hoes start jumpin’
know you a thot, told the b*tch can’t love you
i get to, shooting this b*tch undercover
what’s on the jeans, told the b*tch undercover
u.s.a jacket, the colors like drummond
choppa, keep shooting this b*tch like it’s drummin’
know that i stay in this b*tch with my brother
know that i stay in this b*tch with my kutta
[verse]
i had a whole lotta hoes in the spot, okay
look like the show sold out
n*gga try to play with the gang, but he must’ve forgot
we had to punch that bot
we had to punch that p*ssy, bad b*tch, punch that p*ssy (eugh)
twin don’t play, don’t push him
b*tch i don’t ball like no rookie
[outro]
(sycho, sycho, sycho, sycho, sycho)
(sycho, sycho, sycho, sycho, sycho)
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