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• Artiste: Token (Rap)
• Titre: Kumquat
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Spill cum down on her quad like a kumquat I'm a big dawg, get her off like a bus stop Got the whole crowd off the ground like a jump shot Find a good fuck, fuck on then I fuck off I be closed off, arms crossed like a trust fall Spit so hard, rip lung like a blunt cough Got a bad friend, dead dad and a hurt mom And I love them all the same Go to camp in her hips, it's a hippocampus Hold her hips like a pot, she a hippopotamus Crib so new gotta put the crib inside the crib Whip so mean gotta give a whippin' to my whip Spit so stupid, never read a book, but I'm booked Fits so stupid that I get a look, every look Bitch so bougie, gotta feed the puss octopus She took me off the street, she like my curfew Fly a chick out and we call it the bird flu I can't commit, I got trauma to work through So you gotta blame yourself if I hurt you I was the only one who started ballin' When I saw the coffin role out of the hearse My dad's apartment was so fuckin' dirty A part of me thinks he was meant for the dirt Grandpa's a veteran, I was a poet I don't think he saw me as someone respectable Only thing we had in common His cancer was terminal, and I was always in terminals Last time that he was in Germany, he was attacked He pulled out, started shooting bullets at 'em And I think of him every time I'm in Germany Inside a groupie and shootin' my kids at 'em Spill cum down on her quad like a kumquat I'm a big dawg, get her off like a bus stop Got the whole crowd off the ground like a jump shot Find a good fuck, fuck on then I fuck off I be closed off, arms crossed like a trust fall Spit so hard, rip lung like a blunt cough Got a bad friend, dead dad and a hurt mom And I love them all the same Go to camp in her hips, it's a hippocampus Hold her hips like a pot, she a hippopotamus Crib so new gotta put the crib inside the crib Whip so mean gotta give a whippin' to my whip Spit so stupid, never read a book, but I'm booked Fits so stupid that I get a look, every look Bitch so bougie, gotta feed the puss octopus Put so many toxins in my systems Dracula wouldn't even touch a vein of mine Put so many pillows on my bed That I can't even find the girl I just was inside Put so many words inside a song You gotta be real fuckin' crazy to memorize Put so many demons in my verse That my suicide note'll probably rhyme Every thought I have is sick enough to make a EMT say TMI Only ride her when I'm drinking, my kids hit her IUD and got a DUI When I die, I want my legacy To be a thousand women hatin' man the same way All these flight delays are just preparin' me for Heaven's gate when they say the gate changed Spill cum down on her quad like a kumquat I'm a big dawg, get her off like a bus stop Got the whole crowd off the ground like a jump shot Find a good fuck, fuck on then I fuck off I be closed off, arms crossed like a trust fall Spit so hard, rip lung like a blunt cough Got a bad friend, dead dad and a hurt mom And I love them all the same Go to camp in her hips, it's a hippocampus Hold her hips like a pot, she a hippopotamus Crib so new gotta put the crib inside the crib Whip so mean gotta give a whippin' to my whip Spit so stupid, never read a book, but I'm booked Fits so stupid that I get a look, every look Bitch so bougie, gotta feed the puss octopus Ayy, what's up, Token? It's your boy, Kam I-I been thinkin' about you, now I know why you fell off, I know exactly why you fell off Get that one to get you back on track You gotta set that black hoodie on fire Chillin' the corner with your hood up all the time and shit Figure it the fuck out, bruh It probably stink, by the way Two - we gotta change the hair, ha-, hair's terrible, hair's insane I don't know if you notice or not, but you fuckin' famous, dawg Stop going to fuckin' Supercut, that white lady there be fuckin' you up You understand that? She givin' you that good ole' n-, old-fashion fuck-up, too, dawg You don't care about your image no more or something, brotha?