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american idol - kasher quon lyrics

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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)

- kasher quon lyrics

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