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j1hunnit – k-pop lyrics

[intro]
(d+mn, tye, you made this b+tch too? the f+ck got into you?)
(rj always trippin’, man, rj always trippin’, man)
f+ck got into me? i must be trippin’

[verse]
i’m surprised you ain’t with child from how much you d+ck+hop
forty pointers in the face, my haters 38 hot
mmy sh+t from j+pan, these ain’t chuck taylor high tops
momotaro denim pants to match like i do k+pop
kinako mochi cookies in my blunt, it taste like cake pops
put up them cloudy+ass diamonds, my hutch pendant raindrops
broken chains on me like slaves, look like i’m finna train+hop
i caught a run and took it north, got the baton and ain’t stop
trap gon’ slap against my will, i’m harvestin’ exotic crop
i don’t laugh at unky pain, i be like, “bro, sh+t, here’s a rock”
she with you, but she wish i was him, i think i’m 2pac
i don’t cuff the b+tch, my brother want the b+tch, we wife+swap
4th street n+gga, like my white bread with my fried pork chops
heard you thuggin’ now, sh+t, i’ma pop [bro?] when your nuts drop
you gon’ chase her, i just let her be, man, let the hoes bop
if you can knock a b+tch i’m with, i let her go, i give you props, for real
you can’t even see this b+tch waist, oh, you think you the sh+t
you keep f+ckin’ broke n+ggas, baby, maybe you should quit
that n+gga don’t hit that p+ssy right, come let a dog hit
you callin’ doggy bone your boyfriend, that n+gga lame as sh+t
n+ggas make them empty threats and make me worry not a bit
ar with the cooling kit, the chopper shoot out devil spit
auntie was a doll back in her youth, she looked like eartha kitt
dappered down up in this marni net, i feel like brad pitt
treat you like my stepson, i got more cheese than carter pewterschmidt
i come ishkabibble’s hoagie, got the munchies from the snicklefritz
n+ggas say they up, i’m callin’ bull like i’m a philly b+tch
n+ggas don’t be havin’ what it seem like they just kinda rich
b+tch, hm
that n+gga ain’t hittin’ that p+ssy right, come let a dog hit
any time she ask reach in my pocket, pull out dog sh+t
talk about your problems to that man and he don’t solve sh+t
you ain’t never seen the type of sh+t that i’m involved in
pay you for the day, you take off work, he make you call in
ask her if she ready for a boss, she like, “i’m all+in”
what’s in my collection? hall of fame, i done had all tens
i can’t find the time to perpetrate ’cause i need all ends
ask us who the richest in the room, you see us all grin
we move like a unit, la familia, think we all kin
look like we make espressos, use a cold press and a blonde blend
[outro]
look like we make espressos, use a cold press and a blonde blend
1hunnit
look like we make espressos, use a—

- j1hunnit lyrics

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