VENT Pt 1 by Kanti Kasa Lyrics
(Laughter) yo, oh my god, seriously?
( KK Kanti Kasa)
Rap:
Yousa bitch, stink ass, hoe ass snitch
Going around, thinkin that you runnin' shit
Whipserin to my peers all of that toxic yip
Can't even keep a man; butcha still talkin' shit
What type of bitch puts my mom's name in they mouth
And can't keep a job better yet run your own house
Yousa a fuck nigga, no excuse me cause puss down dumb niggas
Talkin bout cheating while you licky-licking ass boogers
And doodoo, no cap ~ corona, no bat
Fake Rihanna with more plastic, wigs, and trap
Making up fake stories, for the glam where the facts?
Yous a pig in a suit, honk honk to that
The little boy who cried wolf? Wouldn’t even be jealous
Cause everything chika said was bitter, malicious
I can't believe it's not buttеr; hoe ass screaming cunt
How you gon tell on yoursеlf, then blame it on someone
Believing your own lies, no grease on some fries
Bad fruit in the basket, no queen, straight RATCHET
Playing victim, posting nudes with no tactic
Your fuckin trash, And that’s garbage
"Best friends for life" naw, that shit ain’t real
Ain’t no homie made me feel the way, like how I feel
I am the shipment, and seen you're still benging on cargo
Take the boot to the face (Finish Her)
This the end hoe; KK
( KK Kanti Kasa)
Rap:
Yousa bitch, stink ass, hoe ass snitch
Going around, thinkin that you runnin' shit
Whipserin to my peers all of that toxic yip
Can't even keep a man; butcha still talkin' shit
What type of bitch puts my mom's name in they mouth
And can't keep a job better yet run your own house
Yousa a fuck nigga, no excuse me cause puss down dumb niggas
Talkin bout cheating while you licky-licking ass boogers
And doodoo, no cap ~ corona, no bat
Fake Rihanna with more plastic, wigs, and trap
Making up fake stories, for the glam where the facts?
Yous a pig in a suit, honk honk to that
The little boy who cried wolf? Wouldn’t even be jealous
Cause everything chika said was bitter, malicious
I can't believe it's not buttеr; hoe ass screaming cunt
How you gon tell on yoursеlf, then blame it on someone
Believing your own lies, no grease on some fries
Bad fruit in the basket, no queen, straight RATCHET
Playing victim, posting nudes with no tactic
Your fuckin trash, And that’s garbage
"Best friends for life" naw, that shit ain’t real
Ain’t no homie made me feel the way, like how I feel
I am the shipment, and seen you're still benging on cargo
Take the boot to the face (Finish Her)
This the end hoe; KK