Krippy Kush

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Big Daddy Karsten - Rap

Krippy Kush

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Ola, Karsten El oso, grande magnifico sexual He asked me to Hit it, hit it, hit it, hit it, hit it, hit it Then asked me to Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot He asked me to Hit it, hit it, hit it, hit it, hit it, hit it Then asked me to Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot He asked me to Hit it, hit it, hit it, hit it, hit it, hit it Then asked me to Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot He asked me to Hit it, hit it, hit it, hit it, hit it, hit it Then asked me to Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot And you know I'm about that Animal with a loud pack Exotic 'Fat' Joe gets a new meaning with me Out with my proud cats I'll stick it in you like "How's that?" He purrs but he ain't no house cat He ain't not pussy either I ain't allergic, I'll lube up and pound that I'll charge Eurovision with my euro vision And you should listen to the math This is my expert opinion on who to hit And I'll bang the priest in the church I ain't got a superstitious If there's ever Lord God Christ, ain't my business I would just do my thing and screw the system Whatever man, I mean whatever man As long as he looks the part I don't care if he an angel or crooked heart He'll get the seventeen centimeter crooked part Super hard until he sees shooting stars And screams out you are God I'm a Switch in Nintendo I'm big don't need an extend though I'll plug him and just shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot So I might see a ten though Cream pie him and then go I got game like I'm Saint's Row All up in him, he was all about women But he won't go back again yo He asked me to Hit it, hit it, hit it, hit it, hit it, hit it Then asked me to Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot He asked me to Hit it, hit it, hit it, hit it, hit it, hit it Then asked me to Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot He asked me to Hit it, hit it, hit it, hit it, hit it, hit it Then asked me to Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot He asked me to Hit it, hit it, hit it, hit it, hit it, hit it Then asked me to Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot

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Credits

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  • Big Daddy Karsten