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kur (ft. lil uzi vert) - i don't give a fuck lyrics

[chorus x2: kur]
i could die drinking this codeine, i don’t give a f-ck
get rich with it with my whole team, i don’t give a f-ck
i could go to jail selling this sh-t, still won’t give a f-ck
all the sh-t i did, i probably go to h-ll, i don’t give a f-ck

[verse 1: lil uzi vert]
we working we working
what i sip on be that purpose
most of these broads they be thirsty
hundreds and fifties
yeah i got hundreds and fifties
and your pockets be my numbers
your b-tch in the whip, yeah the one with the curtains
i’m circling that t-tty, that b-tch’ll be nursing
that we i be sippin, my words they be slowing
if [?] in my water, you know i be skrting
i’m whipping and whipping, the wrist’ll be churning
they say it is real, your chain it be turning
and fake n-gg-s only think that i’m allergic
i write on the dotted line, write up in cursive
i’m chalking the outer line when you get murdered
you talking ’bout rapping but i got the burner
and this be the nine, and you can get burnt up
designer my clothes, that b-tch be important
and shout out to plug, [spanish?]
i’m up in been mexico cause i’m important
what the f-ck you gonna do right with a quarter
when i get the clothes, yeah something more h–rder
don’t cop at the mall, everything you order
got b-tches in jersey all way down to florida
she sucking me off, she tasting her daughter
and you want it all, but you can’t afford it
what i pay for my shoes probably your mortgage
and they say i’m rude, my music is [?]
and credit when due, worked for my grandmomma
and i’m in the field, like jeremiah trotter
and i’m going hard, like my name is flocka
bandanna on neck, like i’m [?]
put my n-gg-s on, so we all can prosper
put my n-gg-s on, so we all can prosper
[chorus x2: kur]
i could die drinking this codeine, i don’t give a f-ck
get rich with it with my whole team, i don’t give a f-ck
i could go to jail selling this sh-t, still won’t give a f-ck
all the sh-t i did, i probably go to h-ll, i don’t give a f-ck

[verse 2: kur]
my n-gg- dre home
they had him locked like mandela
my block hot as the motherland
and i still got them grams selling, unh
5-0 can’t stop my grind
3 n-gg-s can’t stop 4 5s
8 n-gg-s can’t stop this 9, uh
ak picking through that block, vert
saw these n-gg-s and it’s ’bout that time
i stand on the corner like i protest
like i’m tryin’ to stop that crime
the thing is, i ain’t got no sign, huh
the thing is, i ain’t really into black power
b-tches wave a n-gg- there like i’m a cab driver
little b-tch talking can i come see her
i said no, maybe later, these trap hours
i ain’t flexing, stand down, f-ck am i clear
and this rap game p-ssy i’m a pioneer
the white whiter than the people with the blue eyes
and the people with the blonde hair
any rapper talking like they got f-cking problems
i make that p-ssy fall back like recline chairs
sharp neck, vernith road, we don’t fight c’here
we’ll light your -ss up like times square
’bout business i ain’t really into small-talking
my n-gg-s ride ’til they crash like paul walker
got shooters got shooters like ‘mal crawford
f-ck a middleman, point me to the boss office
it’s h.e. bay
and it’s daytown
we drink codeine
like we in 8th down

- kur ft lil uzi vert lyrics

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