Songtexte Kim and Kourtney - Mark5

Uh Mark 5
I drop bombs every summer
Summer 17, bitch

Kanye West ain't do it right if you ask me
If I was him I would've married Kim and Kourtney
Kanye West ain't do it right if you ask me (D-D-D-DJ Mark 5)
If I was him I would've married Kim and Kourtney

I'm not like Big Sean 'cause I don't take L's
I'm in Hollywood eating pasta shells
I dropped Max B and I was slept on
I made Boss wavy, not Zac Efron

I told you Mark 5's about to blow
Next thing I know I'm on Tosh point O
I'm bossed up from head to toe
In Español me llamo Mark Cinco
I wish every day was Taco Tuesday

You're in your foreign, but I'm in my Chevrolet
When I say I'm the best don't be a sore loser
On the road for my Blonde Ambition tour
While you were at Coachella I was recording this track
I DM'd Chanel West Coast she never hit me back
I'm still a player I'm still a slayer
Every night before I go to bed I say my prayers

Kanye West ain't do it right if you ask me
If I was him I would've married Kim and Kourtney
Kanye West ain't do it right if you ask me
If I was him I would've married Kim and Kourtney
Kim and Kourtney, Kim and Kourtney
If I was him, I would've marry Kim and Kourtney
Kim and Kourtney, Kim and Kourtney
If I was him, I would've marry Kim and Kourtney

This is what it sounds like when you got options
I'm the hardest out and I'm not from Compton (Kendrick)
If you ain't got no haters, you ain't popping
Propeller head reasons got my beats knocking

I just want to fuck Rihanna
I get that pussy hot as a sauna
Your rhymes are counterfeit
And my rhymes are nuttier than squirrel shit (whoo)

I haven't been the same since Prince died
I guess this is what it sounds like when doves cry
140 pounds makes me a starving artist
And I act dumb so you think you're the smartest

Tom Brady will never pay your bills
And my car's the same color as a daffodil (yeah)
Fuck rap, I'ma sell ice cream
I never made freshman cover of XXL magazine

Kanye West ain't do it right if you ask me
If I was him I would've married Kim and Kourtney
Kanye West ain't do it right if you ask me
If I was him I would've married Kim and Kourtney
Kim and Kourtney, Kim and Kourtney
If I was him, I would've marry Kim and Kourtney
Kim and Kourtney, Kim and Kourtney
If I was him, I would've marry Kim and Kourtney

Fred fried frogs is a figure of speech
And my hair smells like bleach
My flow's impractical, it's tactical
I disguise it and make it laughable

Only thing cracking is the crack of your ass
I don't mean big boy when I tell you I'm an outcast
Even my mentor tried to impede on my success
So I make tracks like I'm homeless

I drop bombs like Kim Jong Un
Feeling better than head on a Friday afternoon
When I walk by she's like, "That's him!"
Lately I've been feeling like Birdie and above the rim

I'm about to sue a major artist
I guess he thought I didn't copyright my lyrics
The game tried to blackball me
But they forgot about two things
My white balls

Kanye West ain't do it right if you ask me
If I was him I would've married Kim and Kourtney
Kanye West ain't do it right if you ask me
If I was him I would've married Kim and Kourtney
Kim and Kourtney, Kim and Kourtney
If I was him, I would've marry Kim and Kourtney
Kim and Kourtney, Kim and Kourtney
If I was him, I would've marry Kim and Kourtney