lirik lagu kitchen freestyle – kasher quon
[intro]
j,j jalan
j, this sh*t too crazy
[verse]
i heard you sippin’ green you got the turtle all on your back
just walked in markets and spent seven hundred on a hat (chrome hearts)
you walked to the store and spent four quarters on a black (poor)
my b*tch want a new body spent seven thousand on her ass
i just k!lled a n*gga and put his body in a plastic bag
my opp said he gon’ k!ll me that sh*t made me laugh (ha ha ha)
my cousin keep asking for a handout that sh*t made me mad
spent seven thousand on some lean but ima make it back
bought my ex b*tch a rollie but ima take it back
i thought that n*gga was smoking weed but he was smoking crack
i thought that lil’ b*tch was loyal but she was a rat
i heard that she f*ck the tattoo man for a tat
and shе be in every n*gga chargеr she a rat scat
i lost twenty k in the casino playing black jack
i think i got bad luck i just ran in to a black cat
ain’t no n*gga gon’ touch me and that’s that
i put that on my momma
real obama runtz i got that sh*t from obama
jut bought a draco i got that b*tch from osama
i heard that you borrowed twenty dollars from yo momma (broke as h*ll)
but you ain’t giver her her cash back (why not)
my card ain’t working at the atm i gotta’ cash back
i heard that you bought a pair of amiris with your last rack
now you f*cked up in the crib n*gga’s dumb for that
stole twenty out your grandmas purse you a bum for that
ran in to my opp and bumped him he better not bump me back
she was finna get in the front i said get in the back
this b*tch thought i was gonna f*ck i said give me some head
my lean man called he said you want wok or red
sh*t i want both an ima pour up in a rock and rock
your b*tch just broke up with you now you boutta’ cry
my b*tch just caught me cheating now i’m boutta’ lie
i heard that you ain’t got a whip you gotta’ take the bus
caught one of my opps’ lacking i’m finna take his buffs
my cousin got a srt i’m finna take his truck
kidnap that lil’ n*gga now i’m finna duct tape his mouth
and i gotta’ route on the pills down south
n*ggas blowing my dm up ain’t sh*t to talk about
just ran in to a n*gga that i scammed he wanna talk it out
i told that b*tch i can’t take you you gotta’ walk it out
the lil’ b*tch said she outside i gotta’ walk her in
they look off brand but these some amiri jogging pants
with all these d*mn drums i should be in a band
it’s hot as h*ll in the kitchen where the fan (i’m hot)
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