letra de american idol - kasher quon
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[verse]
i’m in the studio tryna rap, but i got a cold
busted-ass whip that you drive, that b-tch old
just caught one of my opps at the mall tryna steal clothes
just caught this lil’ b-tch at the beauty supply tryna steal hair
a n-gga just tried to diss me, but i ain’t care
this b-tch just told me her bills due and ain’t no food over there
too many n-ggas knew where i was at, i had to move from over there
this b-tch just said she wanna f-ck, i’m finna pull up over there
i just caught a bum-ass n-gga stealin’ underwear
beat a n-gga ass and knock him out like undertaker
i’m sippin’ on a three right now, my heart racin’
and i f-cked a b-tch yesterday that told me she was taken
my mans said he got wockhardt and i ain’t waitin’
i’m finna do the dash right now ’cause i’m impatient (skrrt)
i just f-cked a bad-ass b-tch that had braces
n-ggas f-cked up out here, they procrastinate
i’m lookin’ for the lean right now ’cause i’m agitated
this b-tch keep blowin’ up my phone, now i’m irritated
my cousin keep askin’ me for money, he irritatin’
i got a whole glass pint of red in the refridgerator
n-ggas f-cked up, ain’t no food in they refridgerator
i’m finna f-ck this b-tch and i’ma buy her a washer and dryer
i just scammed a young-ass n-gga that was a minor
and i scammed an ugly-ass n-gga that was albino
this b-tch ugly as h-ll, she look like a rhino
i just slapped the f-ck out of a n-gga named michael
lame-ass n-gga, tryna go on american idol
i just sold a lame-ass n-gga a car with no title
i’m tryna spark up a backwood but i ain’t got no lighter
this b-tch keep suckin’ on my d-ck like a pacifier
i just caught a bum-ass n-gga in a pacifica
and i heard he got locked up eatin’ d-ckerson
this b-tch just said, “where you at?” i’m at the studio
i’m finna f-ck this b-tch and i’ma buy her don julio (’25)
this some fire cookie, b-tch, i’m smokin’ on oreos (fire)
n-ggas f-cked up, can’t even buy a pack of oreos
i’m finna f-ck this b-tch at the crib with the tv on (come on)
n-ggas broke as h-ll, tryna sell cds and movies
caught a bum-n-gga tryna scr-p up on a loosey
this b-tch irritate, keep askin’ me can i buy her a pack of juicies
he went to jail for a week and turned into a juicy fruit
i’m in a car, doin’ the dash, hangin’ out the roof (skrrt)
caught one of my opps at the store, just punched him in the tooth
and i heard his cousin tryna buy lean, i’ma play with his juice
this b-tch say she wanna go with me, i’ma play with her mind
i’m finna meet bro with a pint on autobine (here i come)
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