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letra de 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)

- kasher quon

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