KAMAARA, Witchouse 40k - USPS lyrics
KAMAARA
[KAMAARA, Witchouse 40k - USPS lyrics]
USPS loud pack the best
Right hand driving mutha fuckers
Off the deep end
Muhfucka talking grip the grip
And get to squeezing
Next day shipping cause a muhfucka feining
When I post up scan my holsta'
Metal get detecting if you
Selling on my corna
When I crack the seal I start
To cough I got corona
You be smoking middy in a civy outta toasta'
Popping nolie switch fall and
Land on bitches titties (um)
If you bitches want me then you
Gotta come and get me (okay)
Fourteen for the pack turn to
Three five in a jiffy (um)
Pack another zip and hit up
Eight ounce for delivery (yeah)
Rob a Taco Bell and tell 'em
Pussies give mе all the cheese
Itching get to scratching twеaking badly
I got fucken fleas
Pull up to the party bitches want
Me gotta pay the fee
Baby shook it fast that big fat
Ass broke out the fucken seams
Come on send the Addy are you capping?
No I’m not next day shipping
Grab the glicky ship myself inside a box
I can hear you from a distance
Start to tremble when you talk
Pop out with the Glock you getting
Cropped like photoshop now watch
Me when I walk walk walk
Walk walk leaving paper trails
I talk talk talk talk talk
Till her clothes are falling
Off off off cough drop choking
On this hard cock
Teeing off that bitch she grip my
Iron in a golf cart hey bitch
Never mind don’t say shit
I be getting money why you
Bitches be the fakest laugh in your face
On my ass but getting paid
Oh my god I hit the blunt and
Holy fuck I think it’s laced
USPS loud pack the best
Right hand driving mutha fuckers
Off the deep end
Muhfucka talking grip the grip
And get to squeezing
Next day shipping cause a muhfucka feining
When I post up scan my holsta'
Metal get detecting if you
Selling on my corna
When I crack the seal I start
To cough I got corona
You be smoking middy in a civy outta toasta'
40 in this bitch and ain’t
Nobody runnin' past me
I been movin' weight
I run it up jus like an athlete
Choppa with a 45 gon fire up 'atcho khakis
And I might take yo soul away
You Neva gonna tag me huh
On attack huh
Tooly through your flak huh
Echolocating all on yo clique just like a bat
Huh, huh gimme all the cheese
Bitch I am a rat huh, huh
Shawty off the bean told her flip da pack
Huh, huh
Fuck with a Witch, fuck with that kid
I ain’t ever taking no survivors
I been seeing red i be with the lasers
Imma fire and leave 'em all for dead
I ain’t ever speaking
Only silence do my time instead lil bish
Huh, huh chronic from LA
And my shawty from the bay
Got the gang up on the chain like uh, uh
I ain’t got a face got a mouth fulla fangs
And a coffin with your name on it uh
And my shawty from the bay
Got the gang up on the chain like uh, uh, uh
I ain’t got a face got a mouth fulla fangs
And a coffin with your name on it blech
Ha, ha
Right hand driving mutha fuckers
Off the deep end
Muhfucka talking grip the grip
And get to squeezing
Next day shipping cause a muhfucka feining
When I post up scan my holsta'
Metal get detecting if you
Selling on my corna
When I crack the seal I start
To cough I got corona
You be smoking middy in a civy outta toasta'
Popping nolie switch fall and
Land on bitches titties (um)
If you bitches want me then you
Gotta come and get me (okay)
Fourteen for the pack turn to
Three five in a jiffy (um)
Pack another zip and hit up
Eight ounce for delivery (yeah)
Rob a Taco Bell and tell 'em
Pussies give mе all the cheese
Itching get to scratching twеaking badly
I got fucken fleas
Pull up to the party bitches want
Me gotta pay the fee
Baby shook it fast that big fat
Ass broke out the fucken seams
Come on send the Addy are you capping?
No I’m not next day shipping
Grab the glicky ship myself inside a box
I can hear you from a distance
Start to tremble when you talk
Pop out with the Glock you getting
Cropped like photoshop now watch
Me when I walk walk walk
Walk walk leaving paper trails
I talk talk talk talk talk
Till her clothes are falling
Off off off cough drop choking
On this hard cock
Teeing off that bitch she grip my
Iron in a golf cart hey bitch
Never mind don’t say shit
I be getting money why you
Bitches be the fakest laugh in your face
On my ass but getting paid
Oh my god I hit the blunt and
Holy fuck I think it’s laced
USPS loud pack the best
Right hand driving mutha fuckers
Off the deep end
Muhfucka talking grip the grip
And get to squeezing
Next day shipping cause a muhfucka feining
When I post up scan my holsta'
Metal get detecting if you
Selling on my corna
When I crack the seal I start
To cough I got corona
You be smoking middy in a civy outta toasta'
40 in this bitch and ain’t
Nobody runnin' past me
I been movin' weight
I run it up jus like an athlete
Choppa with a 45 gon fire up 'atcho khakis
And I might take yo soul away
You Neva gonna tag me huh
On attack huh
Tooly through your flak huh
Echolocating all on yo clique just like a bat
Huh, huh gimme all the cheese
Bitch I am a rat huh, huh
Shawty off the bean told her flip da pack
Huh, huh
Fuck with a Witch, fuck with that kid
I ain’t ever taking no survivors
I been seeing red i be with the lasers
Imma fire and leave 'em all for dead
I ain’t ever speaking
Only silence do my time instead lil bish
Huh, huh chronic from LA
And my shawty from the bay
Got the gang up on the chain like uh, uh
I ain’t got a face got a mouth fulla fangs
And a coffin with your name on it uh
And my shawty from the bay
Got the gang up on the chain like uh, uh, uh
I ain’t got a face got a mouth fulla fangs
And a coffin with your name on it blech
Ha, ha