BLP Kosher - Foot Fetish! lyrics
BLP Kosher [Benjamin Landy-Pavlon] Florida, U.S. 🇺🇸
[BLP Kosher - Foot Fetish! lyrics]
Aye, stand up! Waterr, Kosher, mhm
Noz, you strapped up!
Aye, I'm at yo neck like a Adam's apple
(Like a Adam's apple)
You talkin' crazy, don't get turned to gravel
Heavy lead weight, lure ya in
Bait and tackle
Fuck a barnyard, the sheep gon' have to wait
I called a cattle
Sling the stick like a guitar
So fuck a pick, no need to use it
(Uh, uh) bullets ricochet
Gristle don't be tryna chew it
Steppin' on these rappers while I'm wearing
Cleats that's how I'm moving
Kosher bandit, he ain't coming back
I'm back like how you doin'?
Nice to see ya, say it's smoke til he blew it
Nike SB, I cut the check
Cause they ain't wanna do it
I can't beat around the bush
But, I'ma tip-toe by the tulips
I be rappin' bout my life
And I don't really need to prove it
I'll circle back round like McDonald's
Forgot the french fries
All you want is static
I'ma take you to the Best Buy florida hot
Them outta town jit's getting air fried
BLP Count Dracula, left 'em terrified
Foot fetish? I'ma step all over you (Okay)
Horse radish? That beater bitch
Still lost a school
Now they say my name ringing bells, Deja Vu
Check a cracker off the list
And now he's not on my to do
Feel like Billy Ray Cyrus
Daughter with a Glock (Aye)
I came in like a Wrecking Matzo ball on a opp
They was hatin' on me first
Now they sayin' mazel tov
This choppa stay beside me like
A fuckin' service dog
They was tryna test me yeah
So I left 'em blank
I done peeped your true colors
Fuck a can of paint
I noticed he a female dog
That cracka bitch made
Runnin' to the men's room, that 40
Made him shit stained, aye, dirty diaper
Aye, I'm at yo neck like a Adam's apple
(Like a Adam's apple)
You talkin' crazy, don't get turned to gravel
Heavy lead weight, lure ya in
Bait and tackle
Fuck a barnyard, the sheep gon' have to wait
I called a cattle
Sling the stick like a guitar
So fuck a pick, no need to use it
(Uh, uh) bullets ricochet
Gristle don't be tryna chew it
Steppin' on these rappers while I'm wearing
Cleats that's how I'm moving
Kosher bandit, he ain't coming back
I'm back like how you doin'?
(Nice to see ya)
They tried to catch me, but I'm
Like the bottom of my shoe, non-slip
I'ma spray, SeaWorld, sham move
Crawl before you walk, but he a crab, Rangoon
Stand tall, bamboo, 40 clip, cock a two
Pocket pistol in my beanie
Cracker raw no Sashimi
Sandwich maker status
He got pressed like a Panini
Pull up on a cracker, Super Smash Bros Melee
Kosher comin' from the bottom of the map
No Bikini
You a pro dickrider, that ain't networking
You ain't like me, now you wanna work
Tell 'em do it cursing
Talkin' crazy, now you livin' in a car
Enjoy the journey
I ain't sweet like maple leaf
But, I'll get jit a new jersey
I just fucked a bitch from FAU
Look like Amanda Cerny grabbin' on my meat
Just like a cracker tryna cut the turkey
He don't want no beef, his lyrics dry
Call that boy some jerky
I hear money calling in the future
But it ain't the perkies
Thought he was my muhfuckin' dawg
Like we Beagle and Murdy
Pull up on 'em like it was a duty
Damn I got jury feel like Weezy 9 years ago
I ain't got no worries
All the rumours 'bout me got debunked
And all you crackers dirty
Aye, I'm at yo neck like a Adam's apple
(Like a Adam's apple)
You talkin' crazy, don't get turned to gravel
Heavy lead weight, lure ya in
Bait and tackle
Fuck a barnyard, the sheep gon' have to wait
I called a cattle
Sling the stick like a guitar
So fuck a pick, no need to use it
(Uh, uh) bullets ricochet
Gristle don't be tryna chew it
Steppin' on these rappers while I'm wearing
Cleats that's how I'm moving
Kosher bandit, he ain't coming back
I'm back like how you doin'?
(Nice to see ya)
Waterr, aye! BLP Kosher, waterr
Fuck cracka, aye, fuck cracka
Noz, you strapped up!
Aye, I'm at yo neck like a Adam's apple
(Like a Adam's apple)
You talkin' crazy, don't get turned to gravel
Heavy lead weight, lure ya in
Bait and tackle
Fuck a barnyard, the sheep gon' have to wait
I called a cattle
Sling the stick like a guitar
So fuck a pick, no need to use it
(Uh, uh) bullets ricochet
Gristle don't be tryna chew it
Steppin' on these rappers while I'm wearing
Cleats that's how I'm moving
Kosher bandit, he ain't coming back
I'm back like how you doin'?
Nice to see ya, say it's smoke til he blew it
Nike SB, I cut the check
Cause they ain't wanna do it
I can't beat around the bush
But, I'ma tip-toe by the tulips
I be rappin' bout my life
And I don't really need to prove it
I'll circle back round like McDonald's
Forgot the french fries
All you want is static
I'ma take you to the Best Buy florida hot
Them outta town jit's getting air fried
BLP Count Dracula, left 'em terrified
Foot fetish? I'ma step all over you (Okay)
Horse radish? That beater bitch
Still lost a school
Now they say my name ringing bells, Deja Vu
Check a cracker off the list
And now he's not on my to do
Feel like Billy Ray Cyrus
Daughter with a Glock (Aye)
I came in like a Wrecking Matzo ball on a opp
They was hatin' on me first
Now they sayin' mazel tov
This choppa stay beside me like
A fuckin' service dog
They was tryna test me yeah
So I left 'em blank
I done peeped your true colors
Fuck a can of paint
I noticed he a female dog
That cracka bitch made
Runnin' to the men's room, that 40
Made him shit stained, aye, dirty diaper
Aye, I'm at yo neck like a Adam's apple
(Like a Adam's apple)
You talkin' crazy, don't get turned to gravel
Heavy lead weight, lure ya in
Bait and tackle
Fuck a barnyard, the sheep gon' have to wait
I called a cattle
Sling the stick like a guitar
So fuck a pick, no need to use it
(Uh, uh) bullets ricochet
Gristle don't be tryna chew it
Steppin' on these rappers while I'm wearing
Cleats that's how I'm moving
Kosher bandit, he ain't coming back
I'm back like how you doin'?
(Nice to see ya)
They tried to catch me, but I'm
Like the bottom of my shoe, non-slip
I'ma spray, SeaWorld, sham move
Crawl before you walk, but he a crab, Rangoon
Stand tall, bamboo, 40 clip, cock a two
Pocket pistol in my beanie
Cracker raw no Sashimi
Sandwich maker status
He got pressed like a Panini
Pull up on a cracker, Super Smash Bros Melee
Kosher comin' from the bottom of the map
No Bikini
You a pro dickrider, that ain't networking
You ain't like me, now you wanna work
Tell 'em do it cursing
Talkin' crazy, now you livin' in a car
Enjoy the journey
I ain't sweet like maple leaf
But, I'll get jit a new jersey
I just fucked a bitch from FAU
Look like Amanda Cerny grabbin' on my meat
Just like a cracker tryna cut the turkey
He don't want no beef, his lyrics dry
Call that boy some jerky
I hear money calling in the future
But it ain't the perkies
Thought he was my muhfuckin' dawg
Like we Beagle and Murdy
Pull up on 'em like it was a duty
Damn I got jury feel like Weezy 9 years ago
I ain't got no worries
All the rumours 'bout me got debunked
And all you crackers dirty
Aye, I'm at yo neck like a Adam's apple
(Like a Adam's apple)
You talkin' crazy, don't get turned to gravel
Heavy lead weight, lure ya in
Bait and tackle
Fuck a barnyard, the sheep gon' have to wait
I called a cattle
Sling the stick like a guitar
So fuck a pick, no need to use it
(Uh, uh) bullets ricochet
Gristle don't be tryna chew it
Steppin' on these rappers while I'm wearing
Cleats that's how I'm moving
Kosher bandit, he ain't coming back
I'm back like how you doin'?
(Nice to see ya)
Waterr, aye! BLP Kosher, waterr
Fuck cracka, aye, fuck cracka