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Kumquat letra


Spill come down her quad like a kumquat
And my big dawg get it raw like a bus stop
I get the whole crowd off the ground like a jumpshot
Find a good fuck, fuck on then I fuck off
I been closed off or I'm cross like a trust fall
Bitch so hard, grip lung like a blunt cough
Got a bad friend, did that, and that hurt Mom
And I love them all the same
Go to camp in her hips, it's a hippocampus
Hold her hips like a pie, she a hippotamus
Crib so new gotta put the kid inside the crib
Whip so mean gotta give whipping in my whip
Spit so stupid, never read a book
But I'm booked
Fit so stupid that I get a look every look
Bitch so bougie, gotta feed the pus' octopus

She took me off the street, she like my curfew
Flyest chick out and we call her the bird flu
I can't commit, I got trauma to work through
So you gotta blame yourself if I hurt you
I was the only one who started bawling when I saw the call from Atlanta to hearse
My dad's apartment was so fuckin' dirty, apart of me thinks he was meant for the dirt
Grandpa's a veteran, I was a poet
I don't think he saw me as someone respectable
Only thing we had in common: His cancer was terminal and I was always in terminals
Last time that he was in Germany, he was attacked
He pulled ass out and bullets out him
I think of him every time I'm in Germany
Inside a groupie and shooting my kids at him

Spill come down her quad like a kumquat
And my big dawg get it raw like a bus stop
Get the whole crowd off the ground like a jumpshot
Find a good fuck, fuck on then I fuck off
I been closed off or I'm cross like a trust fall
Bitch so hard, grip lung like a blunt cough
Got a bad friend, did that, and that hurt Mom
And I love them all the same
Go to camp in her hips, it's a hippocampus
Hold her hips like a pie, she a hippotamus
Crib so new gotta put the kid inside the crib
Whip so mean gotta give whipping in my whip
Spit so stupid, never read a book
But I'm booked
Fit so stupid that I get a look every look
Bitch so bougie, gotta feed the pus' octopus

Put so many toxins in my systems, Dracula wouldn't even touch a vein of mine
Put so many pillows on my be that I can't find the girl I was just inside
Put so many words inside a song you gotta be real fuckin' crazy to memorize
Put so many demons in my verse that my suicide note'll probably rhyme
Every thought I have is sick enough to make an EMT say TMI
Only riding when my kids hit her IUD and got a DUI
When I die, I want my legacy to be thousand women hating men the same way
All these flight delays are just preparing me for
Heaven's gate when they say the gate changed

Spill come down her quad like a kumquat
And my big dawg get it raw like a bus stop
Get the whole crowd off the ground like a jumpshot
Find a good fuck, fuck on then I fuck off
I been closed off or I'm cross like a trust fall
Bitch so hard, grip lung like a blunt cough
Got a bad friend, did that, and that hurt Mom
And I love them all the same
Go to camp in her hips, it's a hippocampus
Hold her hips like a pie, she a hippotamus
Crib so new gotta put the kid inside the crib
Whip so mean gotta give a whipping in my whip
Spit so stupid, never read a book
But I'm booked
Fit so stupid that I get a look every look
Bitch so bougie, gotta feed the pus' octopus

Ay, what up, Token? It's your boy, Kam
I been thinking about you, now
I know why you fell off, I know exactly why you fell off
This that one to get you back on track
Set this black hoodie on fire
Chill in the corner with your hood up all the time and shit
Figure it the fuck out, bruh
It probably stink, by the way

Two, we gotta change the hair
Hair's terrible, hair's insane
I don't if you notice or not but you fuckin' famous, dawg
Stop going to fuckin' Supercut, that there fucking you up
You understand that?
She giving you that good ole' old-fashioned fuck-up, too, dawg
You don't care about your image no more or something, brotha?

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