Letra de Happy Hour - BLP KOSHER

(Feat. BabyTron)

Waterrr

Ayy, ayy, ayy

Waterrr, yeah

Ayy, I keep the staff, fuck the faculty

Bad bitches eat sweet green, you go to Applebee's

I just bought a Draco with the drum, Jew the Maccabee

She lookin' at me, stickin' out her tongue, why you mad at me?

Ayy, I keep the staff, fuck the faculty

Bad bitches eat sweet green, you go to Applebee's

I just bought a Draco with the drum, Jew the Maccabee

She lookin' at me, stickin' out her tongue, why you mad at me?

Baby, we some stars, pop out at night, create a constellation

Thumbin' through the stash, might break the bank, but never concentration

Girly playin' games, I cut into her, call it operation

Choppers waiting, tried to grab a chain, now he a doctors patient

Cudi serving whatchamacallits I'm talkin' whose he Whozeewhatzit

Getting trippy with my hippie, shroomin' while we Doobie puffin

I got franklins, that's your granny age and I got new B hunnids

Super throated at LAX, I almost forgot my Louie luggage

I remember when the wall was my back

And before I learned to walk, I probably crawled to the racks

It's apocalyptical vibes, hit the mall, get attacked

Yeah, I ball, check the stats

I'm the dog getting the cat

What the fuck?

Ayy, I keep the staff, fuck the faculty

Bad bitches eat sweet green, you go to Applebee's

I just bought a Draco with the drum, Jew the Maccabee

She lookin' at me, stickin' out her tongue, why you mad at me?

Ayy, I keep the staff, fuck the faculty

Bad bitches eat sweet green, you go to Applebee's

I just bought a Draco with the drum, Jew the Maccabee

She lookin' at me, stickin' out her tongue, why you mad at me?

They let the dreidel in Detroit, so I brought BabyTron to Broward

I heard the opps in the stu, them boys ass, takin' hours

Hit the garbage dump to save a life, multi purpose flower

Me and Tron set the bar, when we link, it's happy hour

BLP, Tron, but really, this is Beethoven and Bach

You'll think I had kankles how that glizzie by my ankle lock

He in debt dew tour no BMX, but don't get table topped

I don't play paintball, in real life, your ass'll fucking popped

They ask me what I'm rappin' 'bout, It's more 'bout what I'm rappin' for

We ain't makin' peace 'til I retreat like a Labrador

Kicked the door down from my generation, no L'dor Va-Dor

Turned 'em to a fly with my stick, Albus Dumbledore

Ayy, I keep the staff, fuck the faculty

Bad bitches eat sweet green, you go to Applebee's

I just bought a Draco with the drum, Jew the Maccabee

She lookin' at me, stickin' out her tongue, why you mad at me?

Ayy, I keep the staff, fuck the faculty

Bad bitches eat sweet green, you go to Applebee's

I just bought a Draco with the drum, Jew the Maccabee

She lookin' at me, stickin' out her tongue, why you mad at me?

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