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letra de taco - kasher quon

[intro]
(ooh, sh-t, that’s a danny g beat)
ayy, that b-tch hard
(b-tch, you thirsty, take a sip)

[verse]
this beat sound like a bunch of mexicans with tacos
we roll whole zips and backwoods, not frontos
this n-gga still wearin’ robin’s jeans with rhinestones
if you ain’t got no money, it’s best for you to get your grind on (for real)
you gotta make somethin’ happen
i can show you a buck fifty ’cause i’ve been stackin’
you can’t show a godd-mn dollar ’cause you’ve been cappin’
i’m in the srt, i gotta turn off the traction
that b-tch be goin’ fast as h-ll
my lil’ cousin twelve and smoke weed, that n-gga bad as h-ll
[?] why you don’t listen to dog? that n-gga trash as h-ll
[?] put a blunt out in the ash tray, that n-gga grabbed the tail (wh0re)
he tryna smoke on my leftovers
i was f-ckin’ with backpack boyz, they the best growers (fire)
they sh-t fire
i know this one n-gga that smoke weed and he sing in a choir
like what the f-ck, n-gga? you goin’ to church and sh-t smokin’ weed?
i told my b-tch you ain’t goin’ nowhere, i grabbed her keys (give me those)
you gotta sit in the house
if you pull up to the trap to buy some weed, you might see a mouse
your crib small as h-ll, i barely saw your house
i told that b-tch, “your p-ssy trash, i barely want your mouth” (barely)
i really don’t even want nothin’
i just had to block a b-tch number ’cause she wasn’t f-ckin’
last n-gga tried to rob me got shot up in the stomach
i already established my name, you tryna be up and comin’
but don’t n0body know you
i was on [?] and ran into my own godd-mn social

- kasher quon

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