Like how i kick it
Thats that kung foo
I eat up pussy an these rappers like its fast food
Heard they bettin on a nigga like im gone lose
I chase that bag
I burn through paper like the bank do
Yu ate her ass an fell n love
I f*cked her brain stupid
Ain on. A couch im cashin out
Dem suckas lookin foolish
Smokin ounces on daily
Bob Marley zooted
He a fooli wit tha thu wop dont make em use lt
Bet
Ima get a check
F*ck it
Run it up
Double up
Bitch im all in
Play Thas that nipsy hussle
Motivated by my seeds i over fill
The duffle
Let a pussy come between stuff em in a oven
Um flyin over seas in another country
Get jet lag n smoke fuel bitch im
Gassed up
Gotta dime bih face down ass up
Mask up run into yo shit
She ain come for nun
We all come from nuffin
Put that on the dead homies
Nfl only
Fee gon get tha guacamole
F*ck 12 f*ck anybody hatin on me
Like how i kick it
Thats that kung foo
I eat up pussy an these rappers like its fast food
Heard they bettin on a nigga like im gone lose
I chase that bag
I burn through paper like the bank do
Yu ate her ass an fell n love
I f*cked her brain stupid
Ain on. A couch im cashin out
Dem suckas lookin foolish
Smokin ounces on daily
Bob Marley zooted
He a fooli wit tha thu wop dont make em use lt
You can hear money machine when i think
Real nigga look in ya eye and wont blink
Have a whole state on lock
That Big meech
Money baggs ain talkin yo
Im speakin brinks
No
Cold hearted mite kill a beat an wont grief
Lil ceaser gimmie my pizza um bout my cheese
I Manifest that lambo
Dont need the keys
You wana see me but imA ghost
Just feel my breeze
Ain No cross on me
I am a god
I worship me
Step on my feet
He cold cut
You lunch meat
Water sit on my neck
Ima tub Fee a sink
Ain fukin wit me like ray lewis in a mink
Like how i kick it thats that kung foo
I eat up pussy an these rappers like its fast food
Heard they bettin on a nigga like im gone lose
I chase that bag
I burn through paper like the bank do
You ate her ass an fell n love
I f*cked her brain stupid
Ain on. A couch im cashin out
Dem suckas lookin foolish
Smokin ounces on daily
Bob Marley zooted
He a fooli wit tha thu wop dont make em use it
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Like how i kick it
Thats that kung foo
I eat up pussy an these rappers like its fast food
Heard they bettin on a nigga like im gone lose
I chase that bag
I burn through paper like the bank do
Yu ate her ass an fell n love
I f*cked her brain stupid
Ain on. A couch im cashin out
Dem suckas lookin foolish
Smokin ounces on daily
Bob Marley zooted
He a fooli wit tha thu wop dont make em use lt
Bet
Ima get a check
F*ck it
Run it up
Double up
Bitch im all in
Play Thas that nipsy hussle
Motivated by my seeds i over fill
The duffle
Let a pussy come between stuff em in a oven
Um flyin over seas in another country
Get jet lag n smoke fuel bitch im
Gassed up
Gotta dime bih face down ass up
Mask up run into yo shit
She ain come for nun
We all come from nuffin
Put that on the dead homies
Nfl only
Fee gon get tha guacamole
F*ck 12 f*ck anybody hatin on me
Like how i kick it
Thats that kung foo
I eat up pussy an these rappers like its fast food
Heard they bettin on a nigga like im gone lose
I chase that bag
I burn through paper like the bank do
Yu ate her ass an fell n love
I f*cked her brain stupid
Ain on. A couch im cashin out
Dem suckas lookin foolish
Smokin ounces on daily
Bob Marley zooted
He a fooli wit tha thu wop dont make em use lt
You can hear money machine when i think
Real nigga look in ya eye and wont blink
Have a whole state on lock
That Big meech
Money baggs ain talkin yo
Im speakin brinks
No
Cold hearted mite kill a beat an wont grief
Lil ceaser gimmie my pizza um bout my cheese
I Manifest that lambo
Dont need the keys
You wana see me but imA ghost
Just feel my breeze
Ain No cross on me
I am a god
I worship me
Step on my feet
He cold cut
You lunch meat
Water sit on my neck
Ima tub Fee a sink
Ain fukin wit me like ray lewis in a mink
Like how i kick it thats that kung foo
I eat up pussy an these rappers like its fast food
Heard they bettin on a nigga like im gone lose
I chase that bag
I burn through paper like the bank do
You ate her ass an fell n love
I f*cked her brain stupid
Ain on. A couch im cashin out
Dem suckas lookin foolish
Smokin ounces on daily
Bob Marley zooted
He a fooli wit tha thu wop dont make em use it
Thats that kung foo
I eat up pussy an these rappers like its fast food
Heard they bettin on a nigga like im gone lose
I chase that bag
I burn through paper like the bank do
Yu ate her ass an fell n love
I f*cked her brain stupid
Ain on. A couch im cashin out
Dem suckas lookin foolish
Smokin ounces on daily
Bob Marley zooted
He a fooli wit tha thu wop dont make em use lt
Bet
Ima get a check
F*ck it
Run it up
Double up
Bitch im all in
Play Thas that nipsy hussle
Motivated by my seeds i over fill
The duffle
Let a pussy come between stuff em in a oven
Um flyin over seas in another country
Get jet lag n smoke fuel bitch im
Gassed up
Gotta dime bih face down ass up
Mask up run into yo shit
She ain come for nun
We all come from nuffin
Put that on the dead homies
Nfl only
Fee gon get tha guacamole
F*ck 12 f*ck anybody hatin on me
Like how i kick it
Thats that kung foo
I eat up pussy an these rappers like its fast food
Heard they bettin on a nigga like im gone lose
I chase that bag
I burn through paper like the bank do
Yu ate her ass an fell n love
I f*cked her brain stupid
Ain on. A couch im cashin out
Dem suckas lookin foolish
Smokin ounces on daily
Bob Marley zooted
He a fooli wit tha thu wop dont make em use lt
You can hear money machine when i think
Real nigga look in ya eye and wont blink
Have a whole state on lock
That Big meech
Money baggs ain talkin yo
Im speakin brinks
No
Cold hearted mite kill a beat an wont grief
Lil ceaser gimmie my pizza um bout my cheese
I Manifest that lambo
Dont need the keys
You wana see me but imA ghost
Just feel my breeze
Ain No cross on me
I am a god
I worship me
Step on my feet
He cold cut
You lunch meat
Water sit on my neck
Ima tub Fee a sink
Ain fukin wit me like ray lewis in a mink
Like how i kick it thats that kung foo
I eat up pussy an these rappers like its fast food
Heard they bettin on a nigga like im gone lose
I chase that bag
I burn through paper like the bank do
You ate her ass an fell n love
I f*cked her brain stupid
Ain on. A couch im cashin out
Dem suckas lookin foolish
Smokin ounces on daily
Bob Marley zooted
He a fooli wit tha thu wop dont make em use it
Writer: courey albright
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