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letra de chauncey billups - kasher quon

[intro: babytron & kasher quon]
marc boomin, i miss you
shooting at the opps out the whip, might hit a
ayy, skrrt
kasher quon
let’s go

[verse 1: babytron]
shooting out the whip at the opps, might hit a bystander
jugging hams at the western union, i feel like kasher
made her eat the d-ck and she can’t spend the night after
b-tch talking ’bout buy her hair? i had to eyelash her

[verse 2: kasher quon]
edd still working, you gotta bypass it
i walk around with all blue cheese, i don’t like [?]
still flashing a band and all twenties? that’s light though
the last n-gga that tried to rob me was a jackrabbit

[verse 3: babytron]
moonwalking off the runtz like i’m mike jackson
crack a joke about me? swear to god you gon’ die laughing
throw a jab at me? swear to god you gon’ die scr-pping
pеrcocet from china, b-tch, i’m blowed off a [?]

[verse 4: kasher quon]
i’ll pour up in a faygo, i don’t like fanta
i’ll nеver smoke a cigarette, i don’t like cancer
i told her, “we can f-ck but you can’t stay the night after”
just poured bleach on a n-gga skin, he mike jackson
[verse 5: babytron]
.223 hit his ‘fro, he got the chauncey billups
hitman on a mission, got a walkie-talkie
bougie lineup, really only f-ck with bossy b-tches
double cup full of wocky, it ain’t got no coffee

[verse 6: kasher quon]
i’m mad as h-ll at saks, they ain’t have my joggy
f-cked her off a perc’ for two hours, now she walking different
shot him in his mouth two times, now he talking different
the first question that i asked yo b-tch is do she swallow children

[verse 7: babytron]
crackhead asked for a dub, i had to dollar bill it
i don’t cap but i might be in lids tryna cop a fitted
crab, steak, chicken, got some lobster with it
dawg making ten a hour up at wendy’s, washing dishes

[verse 8: kasher quon]
just shot him in the head, he went bald, that n-gga chauncey billups
and i scammed a old retired n-gga that look like [?]
just smacked this b-tch blunt out her hand, she smoking swishers
my cousin got thirty-five years, he smoked a victim

[verse 9: babytron]
high as h-ll smoking runtz
bought a rocket launcher, tell the opps i’m tryna blow ’em up
sh-ttyboyz, big b’s, i’m finna throw it up
two rappers jamming chips, i think the clerk know what’s up
[outro: babytron]
huh, ayy, sh-ttyboyz

- kasher quon

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