Teejayx6, Kasher Quon - Kurt Angle lyrics
[Teejayx6, Kasher Quon - Kurt Angle lyrics]
ChaseTheMoney, ChaseTheMoney
I'm sippin’ Wockhardt right now
It taste wonderful
A nigga ran off, I got my hitman huntin' you
Hate when I can't smoke
I need to go find my medicine
Money in my safe
That shit older than Thomas Edison
Bitch, your breath stink
You need to go and get a peppermint
R-IP the opps, they losin’ by a large deficit
Knock a nigga out with my hands
That's fatality
I need to pour some Hi Tec up
I got the allergy eatin' too good
I done damn near got a cavity
Knock a nigga out in eighth
Grade at Chandler Park Academy
Then I got kicked out
They said they can't have that
Showed her some money, but, bitch
You can't have this niggas fucked up
Eatin' green beans and salad
I bought some Wockhardt
I'm 'bout to pour it in my beverage
My Rollie cost thirty
You could tell by the bezel
I just found some red and I
Bought it from The Devil
Lil’ Draco, I’ma hold it like a cradle
Hit a nigga offline using' Cain and Abel
He short me my money so I’m
'bout to flip the table
Made thirty thousand playin'
Blackjack turn tables
I just had to choke slam
A nigga like Kurt Angle
I'm finna fuck this bitch late
Night from the front angle
I tried to watch TV with her
But she ain’t got cable
Call one of my options
Shot that nigga in his navel
Ain't talkin' 'bout the movie but
I love the color purple (Purple)
Amiri jeans on me tight as
Hell like Steve Urkel
You a lame-ass nigga so I'ma
Call you Steve Urkel
Was tryna fuck this bitch but she
Said she got a curfew
This some fire cookie, bitch
I'm smokin' on turtle paco
I don't know what kinda weed you got
That's John Doe that shit an unknown strain
My cousin broke as Hell, that nigga
He insane
It's somethin' wrong with that nigga
Was finna fuck this bitch
But somethin' wrong with her pussy
I think that lil' bitch
Burnin' or somethin'
He ain't even wanna hit the road
I think he nervous or somethin'
Like that nigga scared as Hell, hahahaha
I'm sippin' Wockhardt right now
It taste wonderful
A nigga ran off, I got my hitman huntin' you
I just had to choke slam
A nigga like Kurt Angle
I'm finna fuck this bitch late
Night from the front angle
I'm sippin’ Wockhardt right now
It taste wonderful
A nigga ran off, I got my hitman huntin' you
Hate when I can't smoke
I need to go find my medicine
Money in my safe
That shit older than Thomas Edison
Bitch, your breath stink
You need to go and get a peppermint
R-IP the opps, they losin’ by a large deficit
Knock a nigga out with my hands
That's fatality
I need to pour some Hi Tec up
I got the allergy eatin' too good
I done damn near got a cavity
Knock a nigga out in eighth
Grade at Chandler Park Academy
Then I got kicked out
They said they can't have that
Showed her some money, but, bitch
You can't have this niggas fucked up
Eatin' green beans and salad
I bought some Wockhardt
I'm 'bout to pour it in my beverage
My Rollie cost thirty
You could tell by the bezel
I just found some red and I
Bought it from The Devil
Lil’ Draco, I’ma hold it like a cradle
Hit a nigga offline using' Cain and Abel
He short me my money so I’m
'bout to flip the table
Made thirty thousand playin'
Blackjack turn tables
I just had to choke slam
A nigga like Kurt Angle
I'm finna fuck this bitch late
Night from the front angle
I tried to watch TV with her
But she ain’t got cable
Call one of my options
Shot that nigga in his navel
Ain't talkin' 'bout the movie but
I love the color purple (Purple)
Amiri jeans on me tight as
Hell like Steve Urkel
You a lame-ass nigga so I'ma
Call you Steve Urkel
Was tryna fuck this bitch but she
Said she got a curfew
This some fire cookie, bitch
I'm smokin' on turtle paco
I don't know what kinda weed you got
That's John Doe that shit an unknown strain
My cousin broke as Hell, that nigga
He insane
It's somethin' wrong with that nigga
Was finna fuck this bitch
But somethin' wrong with her pussy
I think that lil' bitch
Burnin' or somethin'
He ain't even wanna hit the road
I think he nervous or somethin'
Like that nigga scared as Hell, hahahaha
I'm sippin' Wockhardt right now
It taste wonderful
A nigga ran off, I got my hitman huntin' you
I just had to choke slam
A nigga like Kurt Angle
I'm finna fuck this bitch late
Night from the front angle