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breekay x kasairi - costco lyrics

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[hook]
do you want to take it out on me, on me
do you want to take it out on, o-o-o-on me
do you want to take it out, take it out, take it, take it
baby please don’t take it out on me, on me
do you want to take it out on me, on me
do you want to take it out on, o-o-o-on me
do you want to take it out, take it out, take it, take it
baby please don’t take it out on me, on, on me

[verse 1: breekay]
everybody wanna over hype (yep)
but i’m so over hyped
they’d be saying you two are so tight would they think the same thing if the two of us were guys
they might
look people like let’s colab
we give them a rate and they never come back
or they do but the music is whack
it sounds like a girl made the beat for that track, ha
all the dudes keep asking me why i don’t sample
i told them i don’t work at costco or sam’s club (yes sir)
nah i’m just kidding, but while we’re on the subject of sampling
if you’re gonna take somebody else’s idea either pay for it or make it better, please
got beats trying to p-ss up myself as the ronin
i’m pretty sure they will never hear this song but given there ideas are a bad one keep them for yourself cause you’ll never hear an outcome
let’s be real, you probably won’t
you know what you’re doing, they probably don’t
your work ends up on an average song
and it sucks whatever you gotta move on
homie
please stop with the name dropping, homie
whoever said it best don’t talk about it, show me
put in some integrity cause just cause you know ’em doesn’t mean you when it comes time to pay you don’t owe ’em
i’m not trying to take shots, i drink
don’t even need to curse to speak on these things
you don’t have to double tap to get honesty from me
if the shoe fits change it don’t get angry
please

[hook]

[verse 2: kasairi]
wanna suffer me, wanna suffer this beat
trying to come to speak the truth but come with the heat (yep)
now turn it up a bit
and make it sound different
just don’t put my name on it because i didn’t
see permission and i just gotta be real
why you trying to be george from another grill
when i’m tired with a cooker with a side of whack sauce add fuel to the fire you can say i’m gas lit
ghost rider whip
cause i’m up e40
tell me where to go, tell me when to go go
enough with the minor leagues i’mma chesney and take a home run hits cause we’ll never go pro (no)
[?] like you so cold
and i’d be like your beats’ so old
this is real hip-hop, it ain’t real hip-hop, if it was real hip-hop it would be real hip-hop
now it’s my turn and i really wish it wasn’t
comin’ for you cats but i bet i really doesn’t
make you super [?] or even worse, even worse call me
talkin’ all that nonsense, makin’ non-hits at your moms crib, trying to tell me to cop it
don’t worry about me cause i got this
dropping, consuming up the music game
you claiming you movin’ but it all sound the same
no offense to the ones who’d be doing their thing going cray
cause i’m only goin’ to share with the ones who got no business in this business
i’ve lawyered up presented my case now can i get a witness

[hook]

[verse 3: skrip]
yeah, yeah
low key hollywood like i’m gary busey (busey)
(honey i’m home)
singing like ricky i’m dancing like lucy
keyboard warriors type viciously like they knew me
but i love my haters, all i hope no zoo can contain you [?]
be so bananas bring a case get a chiquita gotta tell me like a [?] while you thinking like my [?] cause i’m following the leader, while you’re sitting in your [?]
i leave like leguizamo
a shirt from the ’80’s like your the ammo
trying to cuff me up like book him dano
got a lot off quacks but they duck like donald (quack, quack)
in the face of their actions
lookin’ for satisfaction
and they chasin’ that p-ssin’ i stay everlasting my [?] in back spin (spin it, spin it)
a lot of these youngins’ should focus on something they get their life
so you cannot choose when it’s hard see straight like morey’s wife
tic tac toe, straight up a’s on a roll
no meat upon they bones while they type that like they swore
these writers see me and they straight up pause like their comments curve
and these critics got a lot to say cause i get on they nerves
(i’m sorry you hate me, i just)

[outro: breekay]
i mean
don’t be mad at me
just, just be better
we just want you to be better
use a different sample or something
heheheh i’m kidding don’t be mad



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