BLP Kosher - Camp rock! lyrics
BLP Kosher [Benjamin Landy-Pavlon] Florida, U.S. 🇺🇸
This man doesn't miss. Every single song I have clicked on have been absolute bangers. This and Jaws are my favorites so far.
[BLP Kosher - Camp rock! lyrics]
Ayy! We cookin' with Twister right now
O-O-OnTrippppy on the beat
Yeah, yeah! U-u-uhh
Hop up out the treehouse
Hit the floor like a pinecone
I'm on a mission for the this a mind stone
Big wad of cash
Got a rash near my thigh bone
Wad of cash, got a rash near my thigh bone
Glock make a cracker hit the Quan
But he from Tennessee
Get your chain back, nonfungible, NFT
Marco Rubio, I call the shots, fuck the CDC
187, you might need some kettle
Pads on your knees
This is real, this is me, Camp Rock
How he ho and he a dude? He a man thot
FSU bitches tryna fuck and let they man watch
You might need some new lifе insurance
John Hancock
They was laughing how I keep a hat on
Now it's hats off big gun
Pull it out the pants and makе 'em back off
Chopper with a lottery number
I had to scratch off
Chopper with a lottery number
I had to scratch off
Handgun ate a lot like Augustus Gloop
They the eggman and I'm the walrus
Beat his coo-ca-choo I just took his girl
Now that boy belong at Nobu
Rumor has it you want beef with me
I'll whack you say I'm hard to digest
No Crohn's and colitis
Now you're paying for a verse of hot breath
Gingivitis chopper stuck to me like Siamese
Twins for a crisis don't critique
You ain't even got no taste without the virus
He want no smoke like a weed brownie
Not at all
Solid, liquid, gas, plasma, bitch
You know I got it all can't see it
But, it's spread around like an aerosol
Get 'em out my face and don't
You blame it on the alcohol
Walked up out the crib, left with nothin'
Came back with some shit
I know exactly how to move
So let them think that I'm a bitch
That boy a sharpshooter
I can make the call and he'll be quick
Say he a sharpshooter
I can make the call and he'll be quick
Piers Morgan, I can be a dick
I'mma raise the bar
Make a plural out the pit
Totin' straps while I move
Everybody 'round me well equipped
They got paid to come around me
But, I still left a tip
Sent them on a bad lick
The man behind it full of shit
For them attention-seeking, clout-chasing
Sorry-ass jit's before I ever use a prop
I'll post a picture of my dick
Dreidel Gang everything
Every day some different shit
Hop up out the tree house
Hit the floor like a pinecone
I'm on a mission for the this a mind stone
Big wad of cash
Got a rash near my thigh bone
Wad of cash, got a rash near my thigh bone
Glock make a cracker hit the Quan
But he from Tennessee
Get your chain back, nonfungible, NFT
Marco Rubio, I call the shots, fuck the CDC
187, you might need some kettle
Pads on your knees
This is real, this is me, Camp Rock
How he ho and he a dude? He a man thot
FSU bitches tryna fuck and let they man watch
You might need some new life insurance
John Hancock
They was laughing how I keep a hat on
Now it's hats off big gun
Pull it out the pants and make 'em back off
Chopper with a lottery number
I had to scratch off
Chopper with a lottery number
I had to scratch off
O-O-OnTrippppy on the beat
Yeah, yeah! U-u-uhh
Hop up out the treehouse
Hit the floor like a pinecone
I'm on a mission for the this a mind stone
Big wad of cash
Got a rash near my thigh bone
Wad of cash, got a rash near my thigh bone
Glock make a cracker hit the Quan
But he from Tennessee
Get your chain back, nonfungible, NFT
Marco Rubio, I call the shots, fuck the CDC
187, you might need some kettle
Pads on your knees
This is real, this is me, Camp Rock
How he ho and he a dude? He a man thot
FSU bitches tryna fuck and let they man watch
You might need some new lifе insurance
John Hancock
They was laughing how I keep a hat on
Now it's hats off big gun
Pull it out the pants and makе 'em back off
Chopper with a lottery number
I had to scratch off
Chopper with a lottery number
I had to scratch off
Handgun ate a lot like Augustus Gloop
They the eggman and I'm the walrus
Beat his coo-ca-choo I just took his girl
Now that boy belong at Nobu
Rumor has it you want beef with me
I'll whack you say I'm hard to digest
No Crohn's and colitis
Now you're paying for a verse of hot breath
Gingivitis chopper stuck to me like Siamese
Twins for a crisis don't critique
You ain't even got no taste without the virus
He want no smoke like a weed brownie
Not at all
Solid, liquid, gas, plasma, bitch
You know I got it all can't see it
But, it's spread around like an aerosol
Get 'em out my face and don't
You blame it on the alcohol
Walked up out the crib, left with nothin'
Came back with some shit
I know exactly how to move
So let them think that I'm a bitch
That boy a sharpshooter
I can make the call and he'll be quick
Say he a sharpshooter
I can make the call and he'll be quick
Piers Morgan, I can be a dick
I'mma raise the bar
Make a plural out the pit
Totin' straps while I move
Everybody 'round me well equipped
They got paid to come around me
But, I still left a tip
Sent them on a bad lick
The man behind it full of shit
For them attention-seeking, clout-chasing
Sorry-ass jit's before I ever use a prop
I'll post a picture of my dick
Dreidel Gang everything
Every day some different shit
Hop up out the tree house
Hit the floor like a pinecone
I'm on a mission for the this a mind stone
Big wad of cash
Got a rash near my thigh bone
Wad of cash, got a rash near my thigh bone
Glock make a cracker hit the Quan
But he from Tennessee
Get your chain back, nonfungible, NFT
Marco Rubio, I call the shots, fuck the CDC
187, you might need some kettle
Pads on your knees
This is real, this is me, Camp Rock
How he ho and he a dude? He a man thot
FSU bitches tryna fuck and let they man watch
You might need some new life insurance
John Hancock
They was laughing how I keep a hat on
Now it's hats off big gun
Pull it out the pants and make 'em back off
Chopper with a lottery number
I had to scratch off
Chopper with a lottery number
I had to scratch off