kasean - usa lyrics
[intro]
(yeah, yeah b+tch)
(sycho, sycho, sycho, sycho, sycho)
(sycho, sycho, sycho, sycho, sycho)
[chorus]
step in balenci’, the hoes start jumpin’
know you a thot, told the b+tch can’t love you
i get to, shooting this b+tch undercover
what’s on the jeans, told the b+tch undercover
u.s.a jacket, the colors like drummond
choppa, keep shooting this b+tch like it’s drummin’
know that i stay in this b+tch with my brother
know that i stay in this b+tch with my kutta
[verse]
i had a whole lotta hoes in the spot, okay
look like the show sold out
n+gga try to play with the gang, but he must’ve forgot
we had to punch that bot
we had to punch that p+ssy, bad b+tch, punch that p+ssy (eugh)
twin don’t play, don’t push him
b+tch i don’t ball like no rookie
you want the swag, come book me
you want the swag, can’t take it
rock margiela the maison baby
you know i bool with the facеs
i just be smoking on za pack, you know i keep it in cases
punk b+tch gon’ have to guard up
you bеtter tie up them laces
[chorus]
step in balenci’, the hoes start jumpin’
know you a thot, told the b+tch can’t love you
i get to, shooting this b+tch undercover
what’s on the jeans, told the b+tch undercover
u.s.a jacket, the colors like drummond
choppa, keep shooting this b+tch like it’s drummin’
know that i stay in this b+tch with my brother
know that i stay in this b+tch with my kutta
i’m tryna ball out, i shoot it like b+tter
freak lil’ b+tch, tryna get in my covers
trash ass n+ggas, all y’all gotta suffer
b+tch ass chop got a d+, no rubber
[build+up]
(sycho, sycho, sycho, sycho, sycho)
(sycho, sycho, sycho, sycho, sycho)
[chorus]
step in balenci’, the hoes start jumpin’
know you a thot, told the b+tch can’t love you
i get to, shooting this b+tch undercover
what’s on the jeans, told the b+tch undercover
u.s.a jacket, the colors like drummond
choppa, keep shooting this b+tch like it’s drummin’
know that i stay in this b+tch with my brother
know that i stay in this b+tch with my kutta
[verse]
i had a whole lotta hoes in the spot, okay
look like the show sold out
n+gga try to play with the gang, but he must’ve forgot
we had to punch that bot
we had to punch that p+ssy, bad b+tch, punch that p+ssy (eugh)
twin don’t play, don’t push him
b+tch i don’t ball like no rookie
[outro]
(sycho, sycho, sycho, sycho, sycho)
(sycho, sycho, sycho, sycho, sycho)
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