Letra de Pub Sub - BLP KOSHER

I had a clipped wing, but I've been airborne since I came out the chrysalis

Smith and Wesson in my syllabus

Trigger finger, this bitch ticklish

Fifty ball in my pants, and the book of Leviticus

At the Chanel store on the west coast, my pockets ridiculous

Probably got enough money on my head, I could use that to be on a buyers list

'Cause I keep it P but I'm movin' in silence, this shit off the dome like Psoriasis

I be standing on so much business, I'ma need to see a podiatrist

And I stay near that pole, I'm a carrier, fuck it, I'll never go wireless

I got a special K, no ketamine

I'm at the club sober, sipping grenadine

Same jits hating since I was hating seventeen

I keep a drac', got a lot of enemies

And I'm smoking all kind of of supremacy

I don't sip Hennessy

I wipe his nose the first time they gave Ben a drill

I get up in front of that mic a lot

You internet beef, I don't type a lot

They know Kosher, I'm good in the hood

But I don't ever be on writers block

I'ma swing the stick, I was once batter

Cracked the ball, I'm a one hatter

On my grind like Arto, I'm not Saari

I'm totin' that metal, them boys lacquer

I was with Bernstein at the Dutch pot

My money Irish like Buckshot

Bad bitch with a muffin top

She grab on my dick like a mutton chop

Me and Jew was scammin' Grubhub

I'm a Jew but it's one love

Still catch your ass lacking in public

Come to Florida, grab a pub sub

I had a clipped wing, but I've been airborne since I came out the chrysalis

Smith and Wesson in my syllabus

Trigger finger, this bitch ticklish

Fifty ball in my pants, and the book of Leviticus

At the Chanel store on the west coast, my pockets ridiculous

Probably got enough money on my head, I could use that to be on a buyers list

'Cause I keep it P but I'm movin' in silence, this shit off the dome like Psoriasis

I be standing on so much business, I'ma need to see a podiatrist

And I stay near that pole, I'm a carrier, fuck it, I'll never go wireless

I'm skating flat with a Glock in my hand

I flew to Cali, I came with a band

Seek out the road, I'ma shoot out the coupe

That lil' cooling kit on me, I love all of my fans

Glock with a dick, it got gender dysphoria

They say I make 'em cringe but they cornier

Took my lil' dog, I'ma go cop a rod and get justice, my name could have been Victoria

I'm seeing decimals, no Dewey

They thought I would drown but I swam to the buoy

I'm getting chicken like Huey Magoo's

I got a tooly, that wooly from Luey

Yo' shooter gon' shoot himself, how much yo' smacker make

Choppers spit, it got an aftertaste

I'm spreading love but I'm still gon' attract the hate

Fuck them boys, they tried to call me a castaway

You screamin' fuck the opps, I told 'em masturbate

I'ma go beat up the I

Everybody shot, we make sure that they vaccinate

We don't let nobody fly

I Cuban the dreidel, she calling me Jewban

I took her to eat at Versailles

One foot on my board and one foot in the industry

If the feds hit me, I still won't comply

I had a clipped wing, but I've been airborne since I came out the chrysalis

Smith and Wesson in my syllabus

Trigger finger, this bitch ticklish

Fifty ball in my pants, and the book of Leviticus

At the Chanel store on the west coast, my pockets ridiculous

Probably got enough money on my head, I could use that to be on a buyers list

'Cause I keep it P but I'm movin' in silence, this shit off the dome like Psoriasis

I be standing on so much business, I'ma need to see a podiatrist

And I stay near that pole, I'm a carrier, fuck it, I'll never go wireless

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