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curtis dro - kush convos lyrics

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[intro]
it was that shot of whiskey, sl!ck

[verse 1]
what’s poppin’, n+gga?
is you with it? is you coppin’?
i got weight, i got flavors, i got options
i’ll work some’ out with you if you ain’t got it
can give you two weeks, but that’s about it
listen lil’ b+tch, slow it down, you don’t know me
don’t call me curtis no more, it’s mr. droey
or snack king cole[?], prolly out to brunch, posted
tryna find the bottom of the bottomless mimosas
ain’t got to ask what i’m smokin’, know it’s potent
wax in the gas got a n+gga floatin’
my high got to last, that’s a semi colon
twelve points on the pack, times new roman

f+ck it, i’ma keep goin’, keep rollin’
up this loud weed, had this tree flown in
always on the grind
every minute, each moment
way i’m winnin’, thought i put a cheat code in
i’m just workin’ overtime
this ain’t happen overnight
i been rappin’ for a minute
just so happens, it’s my life
i see you cappin’ just for likes
that’s distractin’ from the grind
get your paper and stack it to the sky, n+gga

[chorus]
you talkin’ money, we can conversate
but broke n+ggas stay the f+ck away
bad b+tches we’ll accommodate
she took her yoga pants off and said, “namaste”
you talkin’ money, we can conversate
but broke n+ggas stay the f+ck away
bad b+tches we’ll accommodate
she took her yoga pants off and said, “namaste”

[verse 2]
always been a fly n+gga, five digits off a combo
that’s big money, two+twenty on the condo
stack for the sticky, four+fifty for the bottle
not really ballin’ but for yall, that’s a car note
hit up lord bisque, what you got on top shelf?
gelato or some runtz, you know it sell itself
new motto, no fronts, n+ggas got to come correct
that’s on yall, not us, you got yourself in debt
king of the corner, every corner of the county
i cornered off the market, n+gga, you should ask about me
lb’s for two+three, call me king strains
but don’t you ever call me, unless it’s big change

[chorus]
you talkin’ money, we can conversate
but broke n+ggas stay the f+ck away
bad b+tches we’ll accommodate
she took her yoga pants off and said, “namaste”
you talkin’ money, we can conversate
but broke n+ggas stay the f+ck away
bad b+tches we’ll accommodate
she took her yoga pants off and said, “namaste”



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