Same Hat Lyrics – BLP KOSHER

Same Hat Lyrics by BLP KOSHER is brand new song sung by BLP KOSHER and music of this latest song is given by Prod.Rami. Same Hat song lyrics are also penned down by BLP KOSHER.


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Song: Same Hat
Singer: BLP KOSHER
Music: Prod.Rami
Lyrics: BLP KOSHER
Album: Scarecrow (2024)

Same Hat 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 flats
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 b!tch 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 f**k 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 motherf**king bison
They were throwing shade till that treehouse got struck by lightning
Your favorite rapper a$$, rapping sh!t that other people writing
He went to the lock and he ain’t see his money back
My b!tch got an onion booty, you can keep the honey pack
Golden ticket on his top, show him what the slug worth
I put money into smoke, I feel like Berner and I keep one
And that b!tch for the streets and the suburbs, wadddlllttt
I’m f**king 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

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