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matter of time - kasher quon lyrics

[intro]
(undefined)
it’s 8:30
i’m in miami
sippin’ on a four
big ‘woods

[verse]
i make a k!lling off the bank, shoutout to td
knew i was the man, saw myself on the tv
i just left walmart with a tv
king doin’ the dash, one sixty on an rc
a couple more months, droppin’ sixty on an ap
i’m tryna get a deal by diddy or jay*z
this lil’ b*tch a fan, in the room tryna rape me
just in three days, me and king blew a qp (fire)
only wear designer, but today, i got a white tee
need some air max’s to scam in, some nikes
i just bought a deuce of hi*tech and an iced tea
scammed my own cousin and he look like spike lee
the feds tryna trace, so i gotta change my ip
almost went to jail one time because of my id
i’m ridin’ with a glock right now, don’t try me
when i’m in the ‘spital, put some drank in my iv
i need to make ten right now, i got an idea
punch 20k in furniture from ikea
catch an opp out, puttin’ holes in that kia (grraow)
i just wasted seven thousand dollars buyin’ a gucci beater
heard your b*tch broke up with you, you a woman beater (lame)
drink too much lean, i just bought a case of aquafina
i don’t wanna f*ck your lil’ b*tch, she got gonorrhea
i just f*cked a b*tch last night off a quesadilla
i just f*cked your sister last night off the new madea
some hoes i don’t ask to f*ck ’cause they too conceited
told n*ggas i would come up and they wouldn’t believe it
got tired of hittin’ moneygram and western union receivers
i ain’t gotta scam no more, n*gga, thank jesus
i do bank plays and get paid off of features
i just wasted three hundred dollars buyin’ wife beaters
my b*tch know i’m a dog, she wanna put me on cheaters
had hoop dreams, but i was always on the bleachers
then i start scammin’ and f*ck around with the music
a n*gga got fans everywhere, man, my sh*t boomin’
my cousin grow weed, man, that n*gga, he a weed consumer
gotta go to court in the mornin’ ’cause, free [?]
i know it’s f*cked up, but i just scammed a cancer student
i used to reach out on the ‘gram, but they ain’t answer to me
now the same n*ggas in my dm sayin’ answer to me
your b*tch just text five times and said, “answer for me”
finna go over, she cookin’ chicken and macaroni
had to change my number ’cause everybody startin’ to act phony
if i have a daughter, i’ma buy her a white pony
got twenty thousand on me, but i’m still eatin’ ravioli
i’ll never drive my b*tch whip like that n*gga gerald
got a young n*gga that smoke crack, call that n*gga stoney
he’ll blow your head off for a stone and light twenty
your b*tch just called, she need the whole like twenty
but i ain’t petty, i’ma give her like forty
f*cked the b*tch for twenty*seven minutes, and paid her mortgage
but i can really do it every time ’cause it ain’t a shortage
i just shook my head when i saw my lil’ cousin’ snortin’ (what the f*ck?)
mama just called and she want me to pay her mortgage
i laughed, then i hung up the phone ’cause i’ma punch it for her
your b*tch just pulled up so fast ’cause i gave her money
always speakin’ on my name, so i hate my auntie
i found her id and her socials, and scammed my auntie
light fiend that spend a lot, i call her auntie
i’m finna eat a bowl of fruit loops ’cause i got the munchies
[outro]
oh my god
dog, that n*gga talkin’ crazy on that—
bro, can you do that, bro?

- kasher quon lyrics

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