
J’s & Z’s BLP KOSHER & Trapland Pat
На этой странице вы найдете полный текст песни "J’s & Z’s" от BLP KOSHER & Trapland Pat. Lyrxo предлагает вам самый полный и точный текст этой композиции без лишних отвлекающих факторов. Узнайте все куплеты и припев, чтобы лучше понять любимую песню и насладиться ею в полной мере. Идеально для фанатов и всех, кто ценит качественную музыку.

[Intro: BLP KOSHER]
(Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat)
(Supreme on the beat)
Water, ayy
Duh-duh-duh
[Verse 1: BLP KOSHER]
Thai food, I paint the city red and shoot shit like I'm Curry
The way I rap, Helen Keller probably fuckin' heard me
Forty out the gate, came out the roof, that demolition derby
Demogorgon out the Drac', that's a big-ass dirty thirty
He want smoke, surround that boy with water, come to the peninsula
I used to sin, but now my life a movie, I don't wanna sin no more
I got 'em tired of that lil' gas, Ashkenazis in the cut
They say Jewpac back, hit 'em up
Extendo camе from Houston, everything bigger in Tеxas
Bendin' all these fuck crackers' block like it's Perplexus
Every man for themselves, so why you think my chopper sexist?
I could shoot all them boys, no court 'cause I'm a weapon
I grab the Visa card and then I peel the car
Zach put ice around my neck, I guess I'm 'bout to be a star
And when I teach these people how to step, they spread they feet apart
Opp whores, I see them through the scope, they wearin' leotards
Brother of a villain, the rap reptilian
Tried to sit me down, I'm jumpin' over benches, Stevie Williams
Layin' all my opps for all the times I napped inside pavilions
If I don't like what's on the table, then I flip it, Keenan Milton
That Glock go yodelayheehoo, but I ain't Amish, Ashkenazi
Yeah, that thirty on my hip, it's stuck to me like it's epoxied
Her daddy hate who? I'm smokin' deadass Nazis
There's security at the gate, but ain't nobody that gon' stop me
Them boys folded, I could crack 'em like an egg, but I'ma let them slide
Anti-dreidel, Judeophobic, get they ass desensitized
Tell the opps, "I'm 'bout to bust your ass, you need exercise"
Opp hoes, I'm goin' Kevin Gates, they call it sexercise
(Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat)
(Supreme on the beat)
Water, ayy
Duh-duh-duh
[Verse 1: BLP KOSHER]
Thai food, I paint the city red and shoot shit like I'm Curry
The way I rap, Helen Keller probably fuckin' heard me
Forty out the gate, came out the roof, that demolition derby
Demogorgon out the Drac', that's a big-ass dirty thirty
He want smoke, surround that boy with water, come to the peninsula
I used to sin, but now my life a movie, I don't wanna sin no more
I got 'em tired of that lil' gas, Ashkenazis in the cut
They say Jewpac back, hit 'em up
Extendo camе from Houston, everything bigger in Tеxas
Bendin' all these fuck crackers' block like it's Perplexus
Every man for themselves, so why you think my chopper sexist?
I could shoot all them boys, no court 'cause I'm a weapon
I grab the Visa card and then I peel the car
Zach put ice around my neck, I guess I'm 'bout to be a star
And when I teach these people how to step, they spread they feet apart
Opp whores, I see them through the scope, they wearin' leotards
Brother of a villain, the rap reptilian
Tried to sit me down, I'm jumpin' over benches, Stevie Williams
Layin' all my opps for all the times I napped inside pavilions
If I don't like what's on the table, then I flip it, Keenan Milton
That Glock go yodelayheehoo, but I ain't Amish, Ashkenazi
Yeah, that thirty on my hip, it's stuck to me like it's epoxied
Her daddy hate who? I'm smokin' deadass Nazis
There's security at the gate, but ain't nobody that gon' stop me
Them boys folded, I could crack 'em like an egg, but I'ma let them slide
Anti-dreidel, Judeophobic, get they ass desensitized
Tell the opps, "I'm 'bout to bust your ass, you need exercise"
Opp hoes, I'm goin' Kevin Gates, they call it sexercise
Комментарии (0)
Минимальная длина комментария — 50 символов.