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kur - i.t. كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1]

regardless i’m gon’ make that money keep coming
i started with nothing this sh-t ain’t bout nothing
i’m heartless these b-tches they know how i’m coming
i’m in neiman marcus i’m spending some money
if we ever see you we spinning we cutting
these hoes for the people, they tryna be something
oh now that b-tch speaking she must wanna f-ck me
i got the fans tweaking, it’s boutta get ugly
them n-gg-s ain’t decent they b-tches is ugly
i’m stacking i’m eating, i know my day coming
i kept my sh-t buzzing when n-gg-s stopped buzzing
my vision got tunneled when n-gg-s got funny
somedays it rains and some days it’s sunny
some days it’s planes and some days it’s junkies
me spitting pain made me some money
n-gg-s got aim this sh-t ain’t bout nothing
bet that b-tch need me way before i need her
off-white the sneakers n-gg-s tryna keep up
i put my stilo jacket on, im cleaner
n-gg-s is garbage asking for a feature
become a target when you get a beamer
ain’t gonna bargain, i ain’t going cheaper
b-tch wanna argue wit me for no reason
got the clip sticking out it’s hoodie season
i can’t complain yo i’m good i’m breathing

[interlude]

yo im good, im breathing
i can’t complain
you feel me, i feel you
i can’t complain
you feel, you can’t do what, i can’t complain, you can’t do what

[verse 2]

i’m in a 911 on the 101
they ‘ont know where i’m coming from
swing from the rip dawg it ain’t no one on one
they ‘ont know where i’m coming from
we never sell guns or we swap guns
ain’t no n-gg-s we running from
i had to stay down making block runs
ok i’m boutta cop something
i never knew the feeling ‘til i got one
look now i got one
i never thought that this would be the outcome
but this is the outcome
n-gg-s don’t run sh-t they let they mouth run
balling hard til the scouts come
we wit the dumb sh-t we done shot something
look now the cops coming
i come correct when i drop something
cut her a check so she stop bugging
i got good s-x and the thots love it
n-gg-s be pressed but i’m not bugging
good where i’m from, my block loves me
i was so young wit them glocks on me
spare me there’s nothing yah got on me
rarely these n-gg-s got drops on me
apparently i got some guap on me
apparently i’m boutta pop homie
apparently i upped my stock on em
apparently i’m getting hot on ‘em (apparently)
saint laurent jeans i’m wearing em
n-gg-s out here is embarr-ssments
these b-tches is all for the team
that’s why i f-ck ‘em don’t marry ‘em
you know that i carry it
you know, if you don’t, now you know

- kur

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