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kountry kid - nun to lose lyrics

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i’m surpassing everybody i used to look up to
i took a risk with this sh+t, cause i had nun to lose
coming up real quick, but it ain’t nun new
if you know, then you know i don’t got nothing improved
i stop smoking gas, but i can’t stop popping these blues
b+tches throwing ass on me, cause they think i’m cute
sipping wock out a flass, mix it with a bru
put a opp in a body bag, sweep him with a broom

feel like kid cudi smoking dope, yeah i’m on the moon
i need rich money, still i got some broke money too
told my big homie to send the lil homie to get you through
should’ve never tried to flex on kountry kid, your life is doomed
kountry with a k, cause i keep it on me
chopper hit his face, now his b+tch is lonely
showеd that hoe attention, now she trying to blow mе
hit it from the back, sound like macaroni
scars on my face, moving cane like tony
i heard you ain’t beat the case, but you work with police
how that make sense, tell me how that makes sense?
i do this sh+t to make money, not make friends
i find it funny how these broke boys stay tense
but they don’t even take the risk, they won’t take the chance

i’m surpassing everybody i used to look up to
i took a risk with this sh+t, cause i had nun to lose
coming up real quick, but it ain’t nun new
if you know, then you know i don’t got nothing improved
i stop smoking gas, but i can’t stop popping these blues
b+tches throwing ass on me, cause they think i’m cute
sipping wock out a flass, mix it with a bru
put a opp in a body bag, sweep him with a broom
feel like kid cudi smoking dope, yeah i’m on the moon
i need rich money, still i got some broke money too
told my big homie to send the lil homie to get you through
should’ve never tried to flex on kountry kid, your life is doomed
kountry with a k, cause i keep it on me
chopper hit his face, now his b+tch is lonely
showed that hoe attention, now she trying to blow me
hit it from the back, sound like macaroni
scars on my face, moving cane like tony
i heard you ain’t beat the case, but you work with police
how that make sense, tell me how that makes sense?
i do this sh+t to make money, not make friends



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