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iris noone - curry lyrics

glocky in my pocky
yeah i shoot like a curry (grr)
walking in the club
like i’m rick in the morty (b+tch)
shawty in my bag
yeah i got em f+cking .40
pull up on your block
we not scared
clip is fully (pow, pow)
talking to the d.e.a
all we make is money (pow)
all we make is greeny ay
making that b+tch st+rdy (b+tch)
glock in my belt
i’m f+cking straight outta h+ll
if you want it, i’ll steal what you wear (ya, ya, ya)

ja mam beaty ferragamo
tristan brassi 10x
gadzo vsechno dela sam (yah)
stejne je rich, na telegramu sem 20 hodin denne
nevi nic, proto rikam hustle jeste nevi tenhle trap life sh+t
ani nebudou, protoze vim jaci jsou
zavidi ze nеjsou ja, ani nebudou
proto je posli do pici, nech jеnom real, vsichni lzou
nejste hard ani dope, mame hlad mame coke
yah, yah, yah, yah, yah
nejste hard ani dope, mame hlad mame coke
nejste hard ani dope, yah (huh, yeah, yeah, iris ya)
b+tch i’m straight outta h+ll
b+tch i’m straight outta underground
one shot dead, and your body on a ground
you was a wardog, but you sounding so funny now
that b+tch made you her dog
like a dog you sitting on a ground
hurry up boy, we going up boy
you ain’t never gonna make it, where’s your luck boy
you just a f+cked boy
we going hard boy
and you are b+tch, p+ssy b+tch, p+ssy ass boy (ah, ah)

- iris noone lyrics

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