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on go - kush blicky lyrics

kush bl!cky – hook:
look at these hoes, she gon’ do it all for the bros, and i’m on frost, vvs diamonds on frost, rollin’ that dope, gotta get high, free my lil’ ones, and we on go, taliban gang gon’ blow, shorty gon’ go, super rich, so she gon’ go, and we on go, taliban gang gon’ blow, say i got the pole, he gon’ let it go on go. (x2)

celine – verse 1:
your b-tch feelin’ me, and on my meat, f-ck her so good, so you think i’m a treesh, run up wit’ the beat, back for the skeet, bring it back down, i ain’t in to the scenes, bring it back down, so you beggin’ me to meet, f-ck for the week, all for a treat, my name is celine and it start with a c, skrtin’ from the v, i cannot see, money on me, how could i beef? catch you in the street, it better be heat, cause i ain’t malik, y’all b-tches is mean, talkin’ that trap then you really want heat, pull up on the scene, smashin’ on your treesh, makin’ that cheese but i don’t eat quiche, gang got me lean, and its all me so i bend off the scene, and i’m wit’ khay so i don’t need a team, and i’m wit’ tay trynna’ get to the breesh, f-ck with this team, b-tch for the week, runnin’ to the bag, i’mma fiend for the breesh, in and out spot and we t’d with the piece, ace in the bag, and the bag is elite, don’t need a cab while c is the v, f-ckin’ with me, you’d be losin’ your team, you know what i mean, n-gga

kush bl!cky – verse 2:
super rich we gon’ flex, we finessin’, taliban and that k is your death wish, on the block give ’em bricks like a tetris, every rocket gon’ be big like texas. how can i live without it, if it ain’t ’bout a check or a drop then forget about it, fixing leeches i can’t allow it, or they say they gon’ pull up and spray, yeah, i highly doubt it. send the work and we trappin’ it, late night i get ball with khay flocks, it get tragic quick, better shoot if you backin’ it, taliban flock to live, see a target we clappin’ it. she upset cause we ain’t peanemens, we ain’t sendin’ no xans if she treeshin’, never slip keep a shooter he creepin’, and khay wit’ me i swear he a demon, he gon’ blaze then we back playin’ defense, khay be flockin’ and leavin’ ’em leakin’. (khay be flockin’ and leavin’ ’em leakin’.)

- kush blicky lyrics

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