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kur - feeling it lyrics

[verse 1: kur]
bro said he trap cause the streets bring in more than the rap game and i couldn’t argue wit that (yea yea)
i shoulda learn from mistakes, i kept on repeating em i know i’m smarter than it (real talk)
hearing they tapes man most of these n+ggas beneath me they gotta come harder than that (yea)
crafty and strapped yea we all in to that, wan text me said he got chalk “where you at” (yea)
i got the jordan 4s on and they black, going through beef we took sh+t to the max (ah)
spinning and spinning wе came wit the pack, n+ggas was grinning when i lookеd bad (cmon now)
i’m telling drizzle lets get to this bag, i’m telling vizzle “ay work on your craft”
i told this b+tch ion got it she mad, sike her you go she just smiled this sh+t sad
fill her earholes in the car and get tagged, anytime i had the ball know i passed
since i came out i been raw you can at, she think i’m gon hit her all cause she bad
rapping like weezy [?], rest in peace easy my dawg i’m so sad
n+ggas is greesy can’t help it they crabs, she wanna go to the shake to get crabs

[chorus]
it’s too many drinks, i’m feeling it
i took these pills, they pink, i’m feeling it
i’m boutta uh faint, i’m feeling
i’m boutta faint, i’m feeling it
i had to step up my weight, i’m feeling it
i had to get to some cake, i’m feeling it
i had to..you feel me
long as you feeling it, i had to go to the bank, i’m feeling it
i’m getting money like banks, you feeling it
rolling up ma’f+cking gank you feeling it, gank you feeling it
[verse 2: doe boy]
yall be hollering “gang gang” but ain’t none one of them wit the sh+ts (gang)
them same n+ggas that you praise, ain’t none one of them n+ggas rich
look in your eyes and see you a b+tch, you ain’t never let of no bl!ck (yea)
p+ssy come round wit a stick i take his gun right off his hip (oh realllyyy)
i just ride round the city, shooters trail me in a sprinter
we don’t give a f+ck about your hitters (no no no)
p+ssy k!lled somebody before, that still don’t mean he a k!ller (no no no)
popped his groupie ass before, he still wanna be my n+gga (fool)
designer on my body she impressed by [?] (doe beezy)
she think that i don’t like her i’m too geeked to care bout texting (muah muah)
i don’t do no weddings b+tch this chop gon be my best men (brrr brrr)
you still ain’t did sh+t to him you know he k!lled ya best friend (oh realllyyy)

[chorus]
i’m boutta uh faint, i’m feeling
i’m boutta faint, i’m feeling it
i had to step up my weight, i’m feeling it
i had to get to some cake, i’m feeling it
i had to..you feel me
long as you feeling it, i had to go to the bank, i’m feeling it
i’m getting money like banks, you feeling it
rolling up ma’f+cking gank you feeling it, gank you feeling it (young 79)

- kur lyrics

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