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popped a bar - kasher quon lyrics

[intro]
(enrgy made this one)

[verse]
d*mn, this beat vicious
i’m finna pull up in a coupe with the roof missin’
just punched that lil’ n*gga in his mouth, now his tooth missin’
that n*gga spittin’ up blood
i’m chillin’ in the hood right now with the thugs
it’s ’bout fifty glocks
i gotta go and pick this b*tch up at 1 o’clock
she told me, “don’t be late, be there at one on the dot” (i got you)
so i’ma be outside
flushed the drugs down the toilet, the police outside
i think they tryna come in
walmart just opened up, i’m finna step in (here i come)
now let me see what i can grab
i just got a glass pint of red from an arab
and wasted three hundred on a shirt that say “bathing ape”
that’s bape
i see that you got one too, but it’s fake
yeah, that b*tch got a fat ass, but it’s fake
i think she bought it
my lean man pulled up with a pint and i bought it
and i just got locked up but i fought it
’cause i’m innocent
a n*gga just asked me do i got a cigarette?
i’m offended
ain’t owe fifteen or better, then i ain’t gettin’ in it
that b*tch had some wet*ass p*ssy, i was slippin’ in it
but i left the glock at the crib, i was slippin’ in there
they had to kick me out the strip club ’cause i was trippin’ in there
i think i threw about 10k
i’m in the studio right now with 12k
you just got fired from your job on tuesday
i’m finna blow a n*gga crib up, it’s doomsday
and i bought a cheap*ass room at the extended stay (cheap)
just for one night
i had to do that ’cause i ain’t wanna take her to the crib
she might just tell one of my opps where i live
you don’t even got no crib where you live (bum)
that n*gga sleepin’ out his car
just poured up some wockhardt and i popped a bar
i’m tryna get fried
workin’ at a petty*ass job, you just gettin’ by (petty)
it barely take care of the bills
how you gon’ do that if you workin’ at foreman mill?
that sh*t minimum wage
f*cked a grown b*tch and i lied about my age
i told her i was twenty*eight
she said, “what size amiris do you need?” a twenty*eight
the way this sh*t lookin’, i’ma be signed by june 28th
that’s five days after my birthday
i heard that you broke as h*ll on your birthday (poor)
boy, you better go rob somebody
popped a bar, lost my memory and i robbed somebody
but i don’t know who it was
a n*gga just tried to diss me so he could get a buzz
my cousin petty ass keep askin’ for a slug
just caught one of my opps and shot that n*gga with some slugs

- kasher quon lyrics

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