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transactions - kasher quon lyrics

[intro]
(mia jay c)
(i hear you, jay c)

[verse]
just caught an opp at the store, ayy, why your mans lackin’? (dummy)
used to be f*cked up, couldn’t make a transaction (broke)
bust a jugg every day, got h*lly transactions
this lil’ b*tch on my line, she from grand rapids (b*tch)
said, “don’t take my money and go vanish” (wow)
another jugg callin’ in and he know spanish
back then, bro was f*ckin’ with them old pannas
now he keep more juice than ohana (drank)
b*tch steppin’ on my shoes, ain’t got no manners
you better show your respect to big kasher
lil’ dog got the ‘bows, but it’s, bammer
finna f*ck on your b*tch and i just met her
just because she f*ckin’ you, i should neglect her (i’m straight)
cuz touched down with the drank and he from texas
lil’ dog said he got it, but he jeffin’ (stop cappin’)
took a loss a couple times, but it’s lessons
fell off a couple times, but it’s blessings
i ain’t where i wanna be, but i ain’t stressin’
need five hundred plus for any method
bro steady stackin’ phones like he playin’ tetris
n*gga just facetimed with like x’s (h*llo?)
hit the road, but i just rolled past twenty exits
you want a three*five of runtz, i need twenty extra
fell asleep off the lean, woke up with twenty messages (high as h*ll)
sick the feds want cuz ’cause he was in lexington
and the judge gon’ try to cook ’cause that n*gga prejudiced (of course)
i just scammed my auntie on a f*ckin’ accident
oh well, that’s what she get, shouldn’t have been tryin’ sh*t
that’s what happen when you on instagram buyin’ sh*t
jugged my own relative for about nine strips
p*ssy, i heard you want a feature and i want nine strips
lil’ b*tch said i’m broke, oh, what a blind b*tch (shut up)
ugly fan said i f*cked, man, she on some lyin’ sh*t
her baby daddy stay on the eighth tryna p*wn sh*t
yeah, you flashin’ all that money, but that ain’t your sh*t
stay all on her page, boy, that ain’t your b*tch
sayin’ that my music ass, boy, get off my d*ck
you don’t really want beef, man, you ain’t on sh*t
heard you got a couple statements, man, you shouldn’t have wrote sh*t
this cookie top shelf b*tter, man, we don’t broke sh*t (fire)
amiri jeans tight as h*ll, pockets overgrowth scent
it’s a six in this pop, my n*gga, i’m rollin’
if i hop in your car, then, n*gga, i’m totin’
you don’t wanna take the stick, then i ain’t goin’
ain’t no cheese in my pocket, then i ain’t flowin’
keep f*ckin’ up the bag, so now you owein’
and your b*tch just got fired, so now she hoein’
i just scammed a white b*tch called tracy morgan
and an nfl fan thought i was barry gordon
i ain’t finna fight n*ggas, i ain’t randy orton
f*cked me up when i seen my own people snortin’
you don’t really want beef, you’ll get distorted
the lil’ b*tch f*ck me and she recorded
seven hundred for a pair, don’t f*ck with jordans
rather take ruth chris, don’t f*ck with mortans
got a jugg for seven hundred in the morning
couldn’t make it to the union, it was storming
do you take cash app? yeah, sure, b*tch
my sh*t slappin’ sometimes, i ignore sh*t
post a blowout sale when i’m on some bored sh*t
finna load up the coin so i can get more drip
they both gotta tip just to snap my pics (ching)

- kasher quon lyrics

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