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letra de all go - kasher quon

[chorus: kasher quon]
made ten up off an app, you made ten off a pack
auntie just called and said she bringin’ it back (she don’t want it)
that is not real cookie, stop swearin’ it’s crack (at all)
if you f-ckin’ with my music, stop sayin’ it’s wack
made ten up off an app, you made ten off a pack
auntie just called and said she bringin’ it back
that is not real cookie, stop swearin’ it’s crack
if you f-ckin’ with my music, stop sayin’ it’s wack

[verse: kasher quon]
mgp on the bottle, stop sayin’ it’s act’
you flash four on the ‘gram, stop sayin’ it’s racks
i’d be up a hundred if i knew how to stack
it wouldn’t be no kasher quon if i didn’t know how to rap
no matter the situation, i’ma carry the strap
it’s just me and my b-tch like i married the strap
you ain’t ever took a risk, you wouldn’t carry the strap
hams all on the floor interested in that
then again, kind of nervous, fell victim of that
on my wife and the kids, i wouldn’t get you like that
i blow a band, stack a band, i’ma get it right back
iphones goin’ crazy, it ain’t orderin’ macs
ham said, “if i spent five, can you throw in a hat?”
yes, sir, no prob’, you want a don or a snap?
i charged you the wrong amount, it was an error with that
just resend another five, i’ma be givin’ it back
just for the inconvenience, i’ma give you a rack
hang up the phone call ’cause i’m finished with that (i’m done)
ayy, d-mn, that’s the endin’ in that, n-gga
ayy, joey, where you at?
[chorus: joey vuitton 30k]
i’m on the way to kentucky (i’m on my way)
glizzy on my hip for a n-gga think he lucky (dumb ass)
stabbin’ on a n-gga, main b-tch think i’m chucky
focus, young bull, put your mind to that money
i’m on the way to kentucky (i’m on my way)
glizzy on my hip for a n-gga feelin’ lucky (dumb ass)
stabbin’ on a n-gga, main b-tch think i’m chucky
focus, young bull, put your mind to that money

[verse 2: joey vuitton 30k]
hollow tips, he feel it in his chest just like soul food
pull up to the crib and beat his ass, doin’ more school
y’all n-ggas really hoes, only tough over pro tools
i’m dancin’ with the glock, i feel like usher
.223s in this chop, i let it rock and they gon’ bust ya
knife on this chop, don’t get close, it might cut you
pedophile with this pistol, it’s gon’ touch you
a hundred hundreds, b-tch, it’s bustin’ out the rubber band
keep that glocky in my hand, i’m from a troubled land
shootin’ at his feet, make that n-gga do the runnin’ man
yeah, i hit, but she belong to another man
free mari, free milo, free my brothers, man
i’m the sh-t, i ain’t nothin’ like that other man
polo, stop the beat, a ham just hit me up on textfree
bro got that chop, that b-tch kick just like jet li
motherf-ck a ford, b-tch, i need a jag’
it’s a knife, h-ll nah, bro, i need a mag
call my k!ller, f-ck the cheese, he don’t need the cash
bro gon’ look you in your eyes, he don’t need a mask
and she gon’ suck me ’til i bust, you gon’ eat an ass
keep a glock ’cause i come from an evil past
my b-tch p-ssy tight like tuxedo pants
and y’all n-ggas act like b-tches with y’all diva ass (lame)
y’all n-ggas just my junior just like willie moore
she ain’t from dimmsdale, she give me dimmadome (okay)
chopper turn his nappy fro into a chilli bowl
and one bullet ain’t enough, he need many more, b-tch

- kasher quon

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