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kushgod - rare [freestyle] (vol. 2) lyrics

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[introducing dialog]

trap-a-holics: real! trap! sh-t!

retro!

“light the blunt, dumb-ss! f-ck you doin’?”

ayy!
ayy!
ayy!

[verse – retro messiah + ikushgod]

she said, “who is that?” b-tch, don’t ask no questions
why we always musty? no need for discussion
i f-ck with yo b-tch, ayy! ‘cause she keep it bustin’
she said i’m so lit. i told her it’s nothin’

yo b-tch, she’s on ikushgod. ‘cause i stay with the squad
yo b-tch wanna f-ck on me. but i know she a thot
catch me in the thrasher. i f-ck her, then p-ss her
yo b-tch fell in love with me. i know i’m her master

rollin’ up the boof. i’mma heavy g-sser
speed race the foreign. b-tch, i’m drivin’ faster
yo b-tch on her knees. she pray to the pastor
i don’t have to ask her. face down, -ss up

countin’ up this cash. i had to run the bag
you thought that was gas. i sold you that swag
what’s the point? it’s fake. that sh-t f-ckin’ trash
ask me how i know. it ain’t got no tag

i f-ck on yo mama. so i’m yo new dad
been countin’ cash. no news flash
n-gg-s claim they rappers. boy, yo music -ss
f-ck yo hoe then p-ss her. no steve nash

comin’ off the bench. i’m ballin’ like westbrook
n-gg-, try me up. slap’em with the textbook
when i’m off this boof, i feel like i’m carti
jumpin’ off the rope. i feel like jeff hardy

- kushgod lyrics

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