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Ketchup Video (MV)




Performed By: Goonifide Queso
Length: 1:51
Written by: Lorenzo Quezada




Goonifide Queso - Ketchup Lyrics




Oh you thought I was done
I don't need money I do this for fun
I don't need a deal I got me sum funds
You needa ketchup getchu sum hunts
I needa stop smoking these blunts
Lotta smoke 50 round drums
Hold it down down wit my thumbs
Get it down up from the crumbs
Up wit my sums
Up from the dirt
Don't make me body you like I was dirk
If you run up don't think I'm a clerk
Under my shirt Ima shoot first
Under my pants quench your bitch thirst
You see this wrist
Put it to work
I see yo bitch
Put her to work
No bitch can't smoke on my purp
I stay wit gas like I'm a burp
In the pussy do not disturb
From the back I hit suppurb
On that ass I roll up my durb
It put her to sleep
Tolerance weak
Cavalli sheets
Oh it's a treat
This how I live
You wish you were me
Get on yo feet
Ain't nothing free
Back to the streets
Back to the heat
They feeling hot
Strapped to the t
Where I'm from
100 degrees
I must agree
I do it with ease
She asking me please
Up on her knees
Singing like grease
Pussy deceased
Cant f*ck wit cheese
Hit on release
Hit on release
Pussy deceased
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Oh you thought I was done
I don't need money I do this for fun
I don't need a deal I got me sum funds
You needa ketchup getchu sum hunts
I needa stop smoking these blunts
Lotta smoke 50 round drums
Hold it down down wit my thumbs
Get it down up from the crumbs
Up wit my sums
Up from the dirt
Don't make me body you like I was dirk
If you run up don't think I'm a clerk
Under my shirt Ima shoot first
Under my pants quench your bitch thirst
You see this wrist
Put it to work
I see yo bitch
Put her to work
No bitch can't smoke on my purp
I stay wit gas like I'm a burp
In the pussy do not disturb
From the back I hit suppurb
On that ass I roll up my durb
It put her to sleep
Tolerance weak
Cavalli sheets
Oh it's a treat
This how I live
You wish you were me
Get on yo feet
Ain't nothing free
Back to the streets
Back to the heat
They feeling hot
Strapped to the t
Where I'm from
100 degrees
I must agree
I do it with ease
She asking me please
Up on her knees
Singing like grease
Pussy deceased
Cant f*ck wit cheese
Hit on release
Hit on release
Pussy deceased
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Writer: Lorenzo Quezada
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