O.K. Hosae Quevoe - Kosher

Everything gucci its kosher
Drippin I might need a coaster
Burnin that bread like a toaster
Racks all inside of the sofa
Activist all in my soda
Spillin it drippin all over
She drive the boat like a Chouffer it's over
I had to get through my mind
That I can't make shit happen
If ima just sit back and wait
I had to get on my grind
And go put in the work
If I wanna come back
With a plate
Now everybody want a seat
At the table
Pure white like its kane abel
Better stay up in yo lane stable
Pull up on you
With extension cables
Hope that you enjoy
I dont play
I am not one of them boys
He a hoe he a rat he a simp boy
That bitch goofy
For fuckin with this boy
Pop my shit
While I'm poppin a bottle
Pop a perk
While I'm poppin a model
She gone fuck she gone suck She gone swallow
You'll get hit with
A two two three hollow
Don't yo ass get to trippin
Im trippin we dump at the Elderly women and children
Ain't sparing no spirits
I want what was took
I dont care what was given
Stop and I stare
At the man in the mirror
Diamonds all on me
They white or they blue
Can they get any clearer
I was the nigga that everyone
Held they nuts on till they see
I went up in a year huh
Aww yeah
More money more problems
But I gotta problem with
Having no money
Too smart in these streets
I can't move like no dummy
And this aint no joke lil bitch
This aint no funny
Crazy what niggas will do
For the money
Rob and they rape
And they shoot for the money
Lyin and hatin
Ain't true for the money
Ima just hop in the booth
For the money
Ima just do what I do cause
Everything gucci its kosher
Drippin I might need a coaster
Burnin that bread like a toaster
Racks all inside of the sofa
Activist all in my soda
Spillin it drippin all over
She drive the boat like a Chouffer it's over
Givenchy on me
I'm drippin I'm drippin
I'm hot as a kitchen
On Thanksgiving Christmas
My wrist is so sick
I think it need a tissue
Im not water whippin
But my wrist on stiff
Whats the issue
If you want that smoke
Then just say that
I promise
My niggas don't play that
You can call the blackout a Relaxer cause when these Bullets hit you
Bitch you gone lay back
Stuff a wood
Then I hotbox a maybach
Catch me whippin that bitch
Like a stoley
That bitch wanna fuck me Cause my rollie
That bitch wanna fuck me
And my homies
All this money I'm getting
It's hard for that nigga
To keep up
It's hard to control me
Told that bitch you can't hit
You don't know me
Cookin chicken up
And macaroni
How the fuck you gone try
To be that nigga
I am that nigga
You niggas ain't
I be up early
You niggas late
Keep them racks
And them tools in the safe
Keep them racks
Of them blues in my face
Keep a stack
Of some food on my plate
Keep a mac
And a tool on my waist
Case a nigga act stupid okay
See this is the problem
A lot of you niggas
Ain't getting no money
Claiming that you really
Gettin this money
Gambling cant even hit
For the money
Crazy what niggas will do
For the money
Rob and they rape
And they shoot for the money
Lyin and hatin
Ain't true for the money
Ima just hop in the booth
For the money
Ima just do what I do cause
Everything gucci its kosher
Drippin I might need a coaster
Burnin that bread like a toaster
Racks all inside of the sofa
Activist all in my soda
Spillin it drippin all over
She drive the boat like a Chouffer it's over it's over
Everything gucci its kosher
Drippin I might need a coaster
Burnin that bread like a toaster
Racks all inside of the sofa
Activist all in my soda
Spillin it drippin all over
She drive the boat like a Chouffer it's over

Written by:
Jalene Woods

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