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usps - kamaara lyrics

[hook: kamaara]
usps
loud pack the best
right hand driving m*th* f*ckers off the deep end
muhf*cka talking grip the grip and get to squeezing
next day shipping cause a muhf*cka feining
when i post up
scan my holsta’
metal get detecting if you selling on my corna
when i crack the seal i start to cough i got corona
you be smoking middy in a civy outta toasta’

[verse 1: kamaara]
popping nolie switch fall and land on b*tches titties (um)
if you b*tches want me then you gotta come and get me (okay)
fourteen for the pack turn to three five in a jiffy (um)
pack another zip and hit up eight ounce for delivery (yeah)
rob a taco bell and tell ’em p*ssies give mе all the cheese
itching get to scratching twеaking badly i got f*cken fleas
pull up to the party b*tches want me gotta pay the fee
baby shook it fast that big fat ass broke out the f*cken seams
come on send the addy
are you capping?
no i’m not
next day shipping
grab the gl!cky
ship myself inside a box
i can hear you from a distance start to tremble when you talk
pop out with the glock you getting cropped like photoshop now watch me when i walk walk walk walk walk leaving paper trails
i talk talk talk talk talk till her clothes are falling
off off off cough drop choking on this hard c*ck
teeing off that b*tch she grip my iron in a golf cart
hey b*tch
never mind don’t say sh*t
i be getting money why you b*tches be the fakest
laugh in your face
on my ass but getting paid
oh my god i hit the blunt and holy f*ck i think it’s laced
[hook: kamaara]
usps
loud pack the best
right hand driving m*th* f*ckers off the deep end
muhf*cka talking grip the grip and get to squeezing
next day shipping cause a muhf*cka feining
when i post up
scan my holsta’
metal get detecting if you selling on my corna
when i crack the seal i start to cough i got corona
you be smoking middy in a civy outta toasta’

[verse 2: witchouse 40k]
40 in this b*tch and ain’t n0body runnin’ past me
i been movin’ weight, i run it up jus like an athlete
choppa with a .45 gon fire up ‘atcho khakis
and i might take yo soul away you neva gonna tag me
huh
on attack
huh
tooly through your flak
huh
echolocating all on yo clique just like a bat
huh, huh
gimme all the cheese
b*tch i am a rat
huh, huh
shawty off the bean
told her flip da pack
huh, huh
f*ck with a witch, f*ck with that kid
i ain’t ever taking no survivors, i been seeing red
i be with the lasers, imma fire and leave ’em all for dead
i ain’t ever speaking, only silence do my time instead
lil bish
[outro]
huh, huh
chronic from l.a
and my shawty from the bay
got the gang up on the chain
like uh, uh
i ain’t got a face
got a mouth fulla fangs
and a coffin with your name on it
uh
and my shawty from the bay
got the gang up on the chain
like uh, uh, uh
i ain’t got a face
got a mouth fulla fangs
and a coffin with your name on it
blech
ha, ha

- kamaara lyrics

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