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dynamic duo - kasher quon lyrics

[verse: kasher quon & teejayx6]
i’m mad as h-ll ’cause spirit delayed my flight
me and teejay had a show in miami to go to tonight
just got an opp address, we gon’ go tonight
a couple days later they was postin’ this n-gg- candlelight
he wasn’t even from the hood, he was from sterling heights
finna knock a n-gg- out and go viral, record the fight
what you got put on the weed? that n-gg- only said five
took a petty–ss loss, boy, i can’t believe you cryin’
if the opps in this party, then everybody dyin’
your b-tch saw me out in traffic like, “that’s really kasher quon”
got caught with stolen credit cards but they let me out on bond
he was ’bout to sell the last deuce, but i came right on time
everybody say they f-ckin’ with the punches or the slides
mad at the cashier’ cause she told you it declined
at first he had a scatpack, now he askin’ for a ride
at first she had her own crib, now she tryna stay at mine
b-tch, you ain’t got your own ‘fits? n-gg-, you tryna buy mine?
i just punched my mama bills on comcast dot-com
i think the city bad luck, i’m ’bout to move out of town
he tried to slide in walmart and left out with a frown
and he say he smokin’ runtz, man, that sh-t bobby brown
wearin’ them old -ss ‘fits, boy, that sh-t out of style
you ain’t up no dog, sh-t, i can tell that you down
you need to junk that old car ’cause that b-tch too loud
your b-tch was on her period, i told her put her head down
i’m off a four of hi-tech, i’m ’bout to go to bed now
told your b-tch to come over, b-tch, come over now
i treat your b-tch like a dog, tell her, “roll over now”
the opps havin’ funerals, p-ss on they casket in the ground
ridin’ in a scatpack, you in a victorian crown
rushing in on my face, they keep telling me it’s down
i just went to walmart and i tore that b-tch down
and i saw you in there too but you got a low amount
please hit my dm if you got a bank account
try to run off with the cheese and you know we staking out
’cause when i got your log-in i saw the address to your house
treat a n-gg- like a fancy dinner how i take him out
you know that b-tch got thirty bodies and you still ate her out
my pops ran off with a bow, i’m ’bout to take this n-gg- out
this sh-t really surprise me what n-gg-s doin’ for some clout
you on the stand testifying? lil’ n-gg-, you a mouse
had to shoot up the liquor store, i seen a n-gg- on the ross
too addicted to the lean, poured that sh-t in my voss
you ain’t got enough for it, boy, stop asking what it cost
stingy like mr. krabs when it comes down to my sauce
got chased by a fat mall cop, he look like rick ross
like i’m hooping with this n-gg-, hit him with a criss cross
my b-tch ain’t tryna let me f-ck, this sh-t got me p-ssed off
now i’m in my dm’s, probably ’bout to trick off
told the b-tch i wanna f-ck so how much do that cost?
n-gg-s lookin’ at my ‘fit like, “how much do that cost?”
sent the ar bullet to his head and i knocked his cap off
i just jugged my b-tch lil’ cousin and he from utah
i just got a couple bows in in the u-haul
my mama sad she tryna move, punched her a u-haul
when you walk in my house, n-gg-, take your shoes off
remember back in middle school, f-cking in the school office
my shirt says givenchy, yours says pink dolphin
she ain’t never smoke runtz, i can tell by how she coughin’
your b-tch keep liking my page, dawg, i think i got ’em stalking
my lil’ brownskin b-tch and i call her keke palmer
we finna catch this n-gg- slipping at his own housewarming
i just slid down on a n-gg- at his own house party
a b-tch just called my phone and i think she need forty
last night i had a dream i went to jail this morning
’cause i kidnapped a n-gg- and them motherf-ckers caught me
pop me a n-gg- while i’m on instagram live, screen record him
jugged a fat n-gg- from cali, and he look like e-40
you at the gas station scr-ping up change for your 40
it costs fifty to re-up on a quarter, but you only got forty
it costs forty to pay your phone bill but you only got thirty
f-ck the b-tch so hard, she said, “what, you tryna hurt me?
heard about your boyfriend, that lil’ n-gg-, he a turkey
he ain’t got ninety-nine cents to grab three beef jerkies
lil’ lame -ss n-gg-, caught him on instagram jerking
n-gg-s watching my page, on instagram lurking
he called for a hi-tech, hit him with dish detergent
’cause n-gg-s tryna drink lean and they ain’t even got a purpose
this b-tch must be out of her mind, tellin’ me she a virgin
i can tell if wock’ hit ’cause the sh-t be too purple
lil’ nerdy -ss n-gg-, boy, you look like steve urkel
n-gg-s 20 years old and they still got a curfew?
since you was sneak dissing on the ‘gram, i’ma hurt you
lil’ dawg a sneakerhead, i just scammed my own nephew
sixty for a three-five, smoking on fruity pebbles
he went to jail for a week and turned into a fruit pebble
i just poured an eight of red, i’m ’bout to turn into the devil
my b-tch say she wanna leave, go ahead, ’cause i’ma let you
popped my cousin in the alley, i’m ’bout to bury him with a shovel
i just f-cked his lil’ b-tch, now she wanna chill and cuddle
n-gg- tried to hit a lick, i popped his -ss like a bubble
invested in a couple houses, i’m on a whole different level
i just ordered iphones, in who name? my lil’ nephew
finna paralyze an opp and turn him into a vegetable
somebody need to get they b-tch, she keep grabbing on my t-st-cl-s
told my b-tch, “you got potential and you cute, so i’ma invest in you”

- kasher quon lyrics

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