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j1hunnit & kasher quon – proud snacks lyrics

[intro]
(thank you, gc)

[verse 1: j1hunnit]
i’ma be unforgotten
red supreme jersey on, cactus jack toboggan
designer sweatpants on, they wasn’t made for joggin’
got mack hoes bitin’ at my core, but we ain’t apple bobbin’
look, i just left the apple store, you would’ve thought i robbed ’em
the b+tch i’m with cat water like aang and sokka
i come amiri all the time, me and mike, we partners
i’m a modern+day myth like the chupacabra
i got a 9 that convert into a chop, it sound like chewbacca
i’m finna clip a n+gga fade like serge ibaka
i’m tryna reach my pinnacle, but i ain’t grabbin’ vodka
your product suck, it don’t sell like proud snacks from oscar

[verse 2: kasher quon]
your clientele ass, don’t n0body spend not one dollar
told that b+tch, “call me daddy like i’m your father”
i’m in the studio with j1hunnit, finna talk proper
a ham just sent me two k, and then i blocked her
and then unblocked her
re+rocked the b+tch and made her send a couple more dollars
that’s how you re+rock a ham
all this sh+t free, ain’t gotta pay uncle sam
i just got a glass pint of red from my auntie pam
ridin’ around with a hi+point, that b+tch gon’ jam
[verse 3: j1hunnit]
yeah, i’m out here handlin’ the rock, i triple+threat and sham
i got a plug in atl that send shirts of wam
the batch wasn’t hittin’ right, they fetty wapped the yams
the brick bbl like a model off of instagram
i order hundred+dollar plates of crab, mack’, and lamb
with the white wine sauce and b+tter garlic clams
i used to serenade junkies, now i’m juggin’ jams
now i’m fightin’ off paparazzi, tryna duck the cams

[verse 4: kasher quon]
popped a n+gga up with the glock, it go boom+bam
now that n+gga dead, his face all over the news cam
f+ck, i’m sick i had to catch a body
i’m in a charger, now i’m sick i smacked up the chally
that’s forty thousand dollars down the drain
lil’ b+tch dumb, but she gave a n+gga good brain
put a switchy up on the glock, don’t need no aim
i could f+ck a b+tch off my name, don’t need no game

- j1hunnit kasher quon lyrics

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