Paroles de la chanson Big Dipper par BLP Kosher
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Paroles de la chanson Big Dipper par BLP Kosher
Waterrr
Ayy, ayy
Hop off the porch, ayy
They let the dreidel off the porch
I'm in the ‘yo with Scott Storch
Fifty-five shots on the left hand, blues on the right, my pockets look like Crip Mac
I'ma go beat up the yee-haw junction, you'd think it did something to me in the past
She sells sea shells by the sea shore, put a shell catcher on her, I ain't going out sad
They told me I'll be a star, now I'm the big dipper, but I don't do galaxy gas, ayy, ayy, ayy
Hop out with them K's
Ayy, ayy
Hop off the porch, ayy
They let the dreidel off the porch
I'm in the ‘yo with Scott Storch
Fifty-five shots on the left hand, blues on the right, my pockets look like Crip Mac
I'ma go beat up the yee-haw junction, you'd think it did something to me in the past
She sells sea shells by the sea shore, put a shell catcher on her, I ain't going out sad
They told me I'll be a star, now I'm the big dipper, but I don't do galaxy gas, ayy, ayy, ayy
Hop out with them K's
Pop out with them J's
Hop out with them K's
Pop out with them J's (Aye)
Hop out with the K
Why you my clarity? Post nut
Bad ass bitch got a bosom and a bust
I grew up independent where the Glocks don't rust
Hundred rounds with a stroke, run down, get flushed
I keep a beretta, I'm getting burrata
I take a bad bitch to Islamorada
Crouton on the back make 'em holler
The opp blunt like you did ayahuasca
Strip his ass he ain't wearing nothing
I'm a jack of all trades
My money tall like Barron Trump
But they don't know how I was raised
Hop out with them K's
Pop out with them J's (Aye)
Hop out with the K
Why you my clarity? Post nut
Bad ass bitch got a bosom and a bust
I grew up independent where the Glocks don't rust
Hundred rounds with a stroke, run down, get flushed
I keep a beretta, I'm getting burrata
I take a bad bitch to Islamorada
Crouton on the back make 'em holler
The opp blunt like you did ayahuasca
Strip his ass he ain't wearing nothing
I'm a jack of all trades
My money tall like Barron Trump
But they don't know how I was raised
Rockin' out with them K's
Hoppin' out with them J's
I used to celebrate Hanukkah all at the holiday inn now I'm 'bout to go Sinbad (Ayy, ayy)
My dick in her mouth like where the Zyns at?
Shoutout my shooter, that boy, he gonna flip hats
They doin' donuts but they won't spin back
Jew used to beat up the pots 'til his wrist fat
Muzzle flash, I pop out when it's pitch black
America corduroys chopper got kick back
Push your little shit back, now you ain't in tact
Them people they anti-semetic, we rip his ass
Switches on his ass
Like, fuck that, I ain't shootin' in the grass (Kosher done shot the guys)
Real life, this ain't no facade
Tell the "Yetzer hara" I got with God
Hoppin' out with them J's
I used to celebrate Hanukkah all at the holiday inn now I'm 'bout to go Sinbad (Ayy, ayy)
My dick in her mouth like where the Zyns at?
Shoutout my shooter, that boy, he gonna flip hats
They doin' donuts but they won't spin back
Jew used to beat up the pots 'til his wrist fat
Muzzle flash, I pop out when it's pitch black
America corduroys chopper got kick back
Push your little shit back, now you ain't in tact
Them people they anti-semetic, we rip his ass
Switches on his ass
Like, fuck that, I ain't shootin' in the grass (Kosher done shot the guys)
Real life, this ain't no facade
Tell the "Yetzer hara" I got with God
I was really fishing, they were playing C.o.D
I'll put a hundred in my fuckin' rod
Fifty-five shots on the left hand, blues on the right, my pockets look like Crip Mac
I'ma go beat up the yee-haw junction, you'd think it was something of me in the past
She sells sea shells by the sea shore, put a shell catcher on her, I ain't going out sad
They told me I'll be a star, now I'm the Big Dipper, but I don't do galaxy gas, ayy, ayy, ayy
Hop out with them K's
Pop out with them J's
Hop out with them K's
Pop out with them J's
Hop out with the K
I'll put a hundred in my fuckin' rod
Fifty-five shots on the left hand, blues on the right, my pockets look like Crip Mac
I'ma go beat up the yee-haw junction, you'd think it was something of me in the past
She sells sea shells by the sea shore, put a shell catcher on her, I ain't going out sad
They told me I'll be a star, now I'm the Big Dipper, but I don't do galaxy gas, ayy, ayy, ayy
Hop out with them K's
Pop out with them J's
Hop out with them K's
Pop out with them J's
Hop out with the K
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