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Artiste : BLP Kosher
Titre : Big Dipper
Waterrr
Ayy, ayy
Hop off the porch, ayy
They let the dreidel off the porch
I´m in the ‘yo with Scott Storch

Fifty-five shots on the left hand, blues on the right, my pockets look like Crip Mac
I´ma go beat up the yee-haw junction, you´d think it did something to me in the past
She sells sea shells by the sea shore, put a shell catcher on her, I ain´t going out sad
They told me I´ll be a star, now I´m the big dipper, but I don´t do galaxy gas, ayy, ayy, ayy

Hop out with them K´s
Pop out with them J´s
Hop out with them K´s
Pop out with them J´s (Aye)
Hop out with the K

Why you in my clarity? Post nut
Bad ass bitch got a bosom and a buss

I grew up independent where the Glocks don´t rust
Hundred rounds with a stroke, run down, get flushed
I keep a beretta, I´m getting burrata
I take a bad bitch to Islamorada
Crouton on the back make ´em holler
The opp blunt like you did ayahuasca
Strip his ass he ain´t wearing nothing
I´m a jack of all trades
My money tall like Barron Trump, but they don´t know how I was raised
Rockin´ out with them K´s
Hoppin´ out with them J´s
I use to celebrate Hanukkah all at the holiday inn where I´m ´bout to go spin back (Ayy, ayy)
My dick in her mouth like where the zyns at?
Shoutout my shooter, that boy, he gonna flip hats
They doin´ donuts but they won´t spin back

Jews used to beat up the pots ´til his wrist fat
Muzzle flash, I pop out when it´s pitch black
America corduroys chopper got kick back
Push your little shit back, now you ain´t in tact
Them people they anti-semetic, we rip his ass

Switches on his ass
Like, fuck that, I ain´t shootin´ in the grass (Kosher done shot the guys)
Real life, this ain´t no facade
Tell the "Yetzer hara" I done got with God
I was really fishing, they were playing cod
I´ll put a fucking hundred in my rod

Fifty-five shots on the left hand, blues on the right, my pockets look like Crip Mac
I´ma go beat up the yee-haw junction, you´d think it was something of me in the past

She sells sea shells by the sea shore, put a shell catcher on her, I ain´t going out sad
They told me I´ll be a star, now I´m the big dipper, but I don´t do galaxy gas, ayy, ayy, ayy

Hop out with them K´s
Pop out with them J´s
Hop out with them K´s
Pop out with them J´s
Hop out with the K