Kasamigos

Wooo
Yea ugh yea yea yea yea yea yea
I just walked out of my casa
Got a couple things to cross off my list
Then I'm getting fly like nasa
Big packs get a whiff of that smell like what's that
Whole sale you ain't got my bread nigga fuck that
Lets just be honest I bring my bucks back
She don't believe what I say but I know she gon trust that
Yea its getting spicy cajun ugh
Red and blue flag sac pa se you ever fucked wit a Haitian ugh
Griot she calling me papito pull up might catch me a rico nah
She just be boosting my ego I'm getting this chicken like Pio Pio
Hot boy heart frio baby I'm Michael he Tito
Theres a difference in us we ain't equal nah
Bad and boujee like migos
Don't bet ya life this ain't cee lo we gonna find em like Nemo
Stitch him lilo my worth more than a kilo
Off that off that off that casamigos
She gon let me hit you know the vibes
If you talk to much we roll you in a spliff I get high
You know how I do smoking on that runtz what you do
You be talking shit but you the type to run
Tie your shoes
No I never trip unless I'm catching flights where we going
She gon shake her ass and we gon shake the spot shake it up
We gon run it up we do this shit a lot
I walking in the room I shake up the spot

Aye I'm in my zone
Straight off the muscle and all on my own
Money I blown but I'm counting hundreds so leave me alone
Swear that its up now bad bitches wanna fuck now
Vvs got the buss down private jets when I touch down
She seen the cartis come here lil mama welcome to the party
Took her to Barneys gave her a twenty told her spend it smartly
Go get Dior go get Chanel girl you a freak girl I can tell
Ten in a week can't take an L if I'm in the streets then I'm raising hell
I got a forty and I swear to god I let it go
Don't waste my time is you with the shits cause I gotta know
Is you gon suck dick girl mhm is you with the shits girl mhm



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Writer(s): Christopher Camacho
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