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karmamøb - kosher! lyrics

[intro]
(come on buck)

[chorus]
he said he wanted beef with me, i guess he eatin’ kosher (what?)
step to me like that again and you gon’ lose yo’ shoulder
way that glock be sprayin’, it look like a super soaker (boom!)
catch him comin out his job, get popped outside a kroger
f+ck his b+tch, she sleepin’ in my bed, i got to know her
before she at the door, i’m all like “ay, b+tch, give me dome first”
she suck me now her face all up in my pillow ’til her nose hurt
smack her on the booty cheeks, say “thanks for comin’ over”

[verse]
oh, yеah, i pull up in all black, i got a mask on, look like joker (persona!)
nеver play persona, i just f+ck ’round with that pole burst
if you play your cards right, then you might not need to poke her
i’m a smoker, b+tch, i feel like sosa
i hate bein’ sober

[verse 2]
smokin’ till i’m up on mars, i be chillin’ in a rover
i’mma f+ck yo’ b+tch, hit it from the back and then i’mma ghost her
that boy came with friends, so he actin like a loner
that boy is a b+tch, he may as well be a boymoder
(that bar is crazy)
[verse 3]
yeah, talkin’ crazy he get caught outside the coffee shop (brrrrt)
shawty think she rockin’, way she beatin’, givin’ sloppy top
lookin gawdy when i pull up in versace, bratty
lay down on the back, she like a human, dakimakura
she got too much ass, she look she a akira
might pull up to the aki in new york when i’m with daki, brah

[verse 4]
he talkin’ sloppy, he get hit wit’ a karate chop
just f+cked me a li’l bad b+tch with red hair, she look like makima
pink hair like sakura
i pull up, make a glocky talk
pull up on the oppa wit’ a blade, b+tch (uh)
shout out bladesmith
[?] too and brokie drop, our friends gon’ go insane, b+tch
that’s ou’ gang, b+tch
they inside yo’ lane, b+tch
all these rappers lane+switchin’, i can’t f+ck with fake sh+t
even with my opps, brokie keep that sh+t a k, b+tch
shout out buckx2, the sh+t we make it always bang, b+tch
3 dolla’ off the top, no, i don’t even need a page, b+tch

[chorus]
s+said he wanted beef with me, i guess he eatin’ kosher
step to me like that again and you gon’ lose yo’ shoulder (brrrt)
way that glock be sprayin’, it look like a super soaker
catch him comin out his job, get popped outside a kroger
f+ck his b+tch, she sleepin’ in my bed, i got to know her
before she at the door, i’m all like “ay, b+tch, give me dome first”
she suck me now her face all up in my pillow ’til her nose hurt
smack her on the booty cheeks, say “thanks for comin’ over”
[outro]
(thanks for+ thanks for coming over)
(over, she+ she said “thanks for comin’ over”)
(she said+ she said “thanks for comin’ o+ o+ o+ over”)
(she said+ she said “thanks for comin’ over)

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