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fanny pack - kasher quon lyrics

[intro]
kasher quon
(too pro made this sh*t)
let’s go
alright, alright, alright, alright
you feel me?

[verse]
i ain’t leavin’ out the crib today if i don’t make a band
i was f*cked up in that b*tch, i had to make a plan
groupie hoes keep beggin’ for the d*ck, i’m finna make them beg
lame tryna buy some lean from me, i’m finna make him red
said you was gon’ do this to me, but ain’t do what you said
i was aimin’ at the n*gga head, how did i hit his legs?
you say that b*tch drive on his own, i should go buy a tes’ (skrrt)
pullin’ up in a tesla
it’s 2022, this n*gga still smokin’ reg’ (what the f*ck?)
finna stop postin’ banks on instagram ’cause the feds [?]
not tryna get indicted, but, sh*t, i need bands, bruh (i need it)
i’m just tryna stack my money up
’cause when you down on your d*ck and broke, they don’t give a f*ck
i told the lil’ b*tch i got a girl that’s just a quick f*ck
i’m just tryna get a quick nut
it costs ten to get in the club, he got six bucks (d*mn)
well, i guess you ain’t got no luck
just sn*tched my opp glasses off his face, now he ain’t got no buffs
you told me that you went to f*ck that b*tch, but you did not go f*ck (burger)
just lyin’ on your d*ck
it’s 2022, n0body still do that sh*t
a n*gga kind of hungry right now, i need ruth chris
and i tipped all the waitresses a blue strip (here you go)
because i hit a big scam today
he was my cousin before he ran off, but we ain’t fam’ today (p*ssy)
lil’ n*gga, that was yesterday
if i see my opp out in traffic, he better pray
’cause i’m whippin’ out that big b*tch
caught his lil’ dumb ass lackin’ on the ripstik
clip hold fifty, lil’ n*gga, this a hit stick, blrr
and that b*tch ain’t gon’ graze your ass
you was my lil’ dog for some years, i done raised your ass
lil’ edd money saved you, but you still a fan
everybody in the city looked at the kasher tryna scam
and i put that on everybody
i was the first scam rapper, they all copied
i told that b*tch when you give me head, do it sloppy
but i don’t wanna f*ck her ’cause she burnin’ like a hot tamale
i don’t want that body (nope)
i wanna pull up in a charger, i don’t want that chally (skrrt)
and i only eat expensive food, i heard you shop at rallys
[?] ysl bag a thousand, finna cop that f*nny

- kasher quon lyrics

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