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PERFORMING ARTISTS
BLP KOSHER
BLP KOSHER
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Benjamin Landy Pavlon
Benjamin Landy Pavlon
Lyrics
Rami Ryan Casey
Rami Ryan Casey
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tyler Chase
Tyler Chase
Mixing Engineer
Zachary Langstaff
Zachary Langstaff
Recording Engineer
Kayla DeWitt
Kayla DeWitt
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Jacob Stewart
Jacob Stewart
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Daniel Kamerman-Glik
Daniel Kamerman-Glik
Assistant Mixing Engineer
prod.rami
prod.rami
Producer

Lyrics

Them boys flat earthers, we spin his block and show him different He was atheist he saw that chop but now he best believe I'm a Crete surfer if I smell blood get to rippin You writing long articles I tote extended magazines Now they glazing like they work at Krispy Kreme You beat your meat I beat my feet They tried to treat me like a meme Every opp got cold feet Money large whole wheat He hit the ground like Jake brown I send the opps 50 feet wadddlllttt Catch a opp and exercise the second amendment right that I don't have Life a highway I drive like a rascal but I ain't catching flatts Only time I cut corners the curb watch me skrt the black On a tour bus used to ask for rides home from tamarac I took that bitch to Mr Chow you took that hoe to shake shack My homeboy had an ego death and he ain't get to shake back Ask me if I'm really a Jew why the fuck would I fake that Started a whole career and I did it all in the same hat I carry pistols like I'm licensed every hat was righteous Nitro circus mid life crisis like jeleel I'm biking That boy a gangster in the macro world you are not a Viking They keep tryna beef with me I'm a motherfucking bison They were throwing Shade till that treehouse got struck by lightning Your favorite rapper ass rapping shit that other people writing He went to the lock and he ain't see his money back My bitch got a onion booty you can keep the honey pack Golden ticket on his top show him what the slugworth I put money into smoke I feel like Berner and I keep one And that bitch for tha streets and the suburbs wadddlllttt I'm fucking anything with legs bih murder Them boys flat earthers, we spin his block and show him different He was atheist he saw that chop but now he best believe I'm a Crete surfer if I smell blood get to rippin You writing long articles I tote extended magazines Now they glazing like they work at Krispy Kreme you beat your meat I beat my feet they tried to treat me like a meme Every opp got cold feet Money large whole wheat He hit the ground like Jake brown I send the opps 50 feet wadddlllttt
Writer(s): Benjamin Shimon Landy-pavlon, Rami Ryan Casey Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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