BLP Kosher - The Nac 3 lyrics
BLP Kosher [Benjamin Landy-Pavlon] Florida, U.S. 🇺🇸
[BLP Kosher - The Nac 3 lyrics]
Water, ayy water, yeah, ayy, ayy
Dreidel Man inside, yeah
The Dreidel Man up in your, ayy, yeah
Water, ayy, water, yeah
Ayy
That cracker broke with no hustle
But he blames it on the Jews
Blame it on the boogie, Jackson 5 on me too
They smokin' Doja, dreamin' 'bout the Cat
I'm tryna make moves
How the fuck can I be claustrophobic?
Lock me in the stu'
Dirty Diana, I was at the Ross
Now I won't dress for less
They was talkin' shit, but now it's
"Congrats on your success"
They want beef, zero stress, field to fork
Farm to fresh
There's plenty fish up in the sea
But that shit always comes with a catch
They gave that boy a chance
The rapper that they wouldn't answer
Pokin' five deep, full house, Danny Tanner
My chopper gay, have some respect
When I'm in Wilton, i got manners
That Glock McQueen, Alexander
Let it sing just like the cantor
They won't forget my silhouette
I'm lurkin' through they window
Get these rappers off my dick before
I buy they ass a dildo
I don't give a fuck they
Sendin' shots, tell them boys, "Ditto"
Dreidel Man hammerhead shark
That boy a fuckin' minnow
Why you beefin' with a kiddo? Why
You talkin' to your pillow?
I was stretchin' shit for
Shit'show, book the opps
That'd be a shit show i left a mark
I call it skidrow 'cause they
Dissin' on the big bro
Standard clip in it look like a hippo
Why they want me to be a sicko?
Everybody 'round me crank, no
Yes man, hundred-round drum
Leave his ass no info
I leave the coins in the chest of a
Dead man, she a lil' nac nac
She a lil' nympho
He used to jwett, now he do crypto, Tiny Tim
I like to tiptoe jit was fucked up 'bout
Calypso, hill bomb 'em, no Francisco
Paul Revere, the opps are coming
I'ma let 'em peel catch that boy and make
Him backflip like JELEEL!
Saddleback strapped like a horse
But, I don't got concealed
You tryna be gangster, I'ma be a star
Mass appeal
That cracker broke with no hustle
But he blames it on the Jews
Blame it on the boogie, Jackson 5 on me too
They smokin' Doja, dreamin' 'bout the Cat
I'm tryna make moves
How the fuck can I be claustrophobic?
Lock me in the stu'
Dirty Diana, I was at the Ross
Now I won't dress for less
They was talkin' shit, but now it's
"Congrats on your success"
They want beef, zero stress, field to fork
Farm to fresh
There's plenty fish up in the sea
But that shit always comes with a catch
Dreidel Man inside, yeah
The Dreidel Man up in your, ayy, yeah
Water, ayy, water, yeah
Ayy
That cracker broke with no hustle
But he blames it on the Jews
Blame it on the boogie, Jackson 5 on me too
They smokin' Doja, dreamin' 'bout the Cat
I'm tryna make moves
How the fuck can I be claustrophobic?
Lock me in the stu'
Dirty Diana, I was at the Ross
Now I won't dress for less
They was talkin' shit, but now it's
"Congrats on your success"
They want beef, zero stress, field to fork
Farm to fresh
There's plenty fish up in the sea
But that shit always comes with a catch
They gave that boy a chance
The rapper that they wouldn't answer
Pokin' five deep, full house, Danny Tanner
My chopper gay, have some respect
When I'm in Wilton, i got manners
That Glock McQueen, Alexander
Let it sing just like the cantor
They won't forget my silhouette
I'm lurkin' through they window
Get these rappers off my dick before
I buy they ass a dildo
I don't give a fuck they
Sendin' shots, tell them boys, "Ditto"
Dreidel Man hammerhead shark
That boy a fuckin' minnow
Why you beefin' with a kiddo? Why
You talkin' to your pillow?
I was stretchin' shit for
Shit'show, book the opps
That'd be a shit show i left a mark
I call it skidrow 'cause they
Dissin' on the big bro
Standard clip in it look like a hippo
Why they want me to be a sicko?
Everybody 'round me crank, no
Yes man, hundred-round drum
Leave his ass no info
I leave the coins in the chest of a
Dead man, she a lil' nac nac
She a lil' nympho
He used to jwett, now he do crypto, Tiny Tim
I like to tiptoe jit was fucked up 'bout
Calypso, hill bomb 'em, no Francisco
Paul Revere, the opps are coming
I'ma let 'em peel catch that boy and make
Him backflip like JELEEL!
Saddleback strapped like a horse
But, I don't got concealed
You tryna be gangster, I'ma be a star
Mass appeal
That cracker broke with no hustle
But he blames it on the Jews
Blame it on the boogie, Jackson 5 on me too
They smokin' Doja, dreamin' 'bout the Cat
I'm tryna make moves
How the fuck can I be claustrophobic?
Lock me in the stu'
Dirty Diana, I was at the Ross
Now I won't dress for less
They was talkin' shit, but now it's
"Congrats on your success"
They want beef, zero stress, field to fork
Farm to fresh
There's plenty fish up in the sea
But that shit always comes with a catch