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kur - made me do it lyrics

dat be maaly raw!

[verse 1]

marina del rey by the boat dock
ankles showing, my givenchy’s low top
free my dawg, he be home in no time
straight weed, i don’t do no c-ke lines
she was yours, f-cking me the whole time
they got money, but they can’t post bond
they ain’t ballin’, watching from the sidelines
man i used to wanna be like[?]
i done came up, got my name up
game 7, feeling like i’m bron bron
i was happy when we copped that glock 9
i got nickels out and i got dimes
kicking b-tches out, i don’t got time
do you got yours? cause i got mine
i ain’t have time, now i got time
i was at work, i was outside
with the tough guys, been through rough times
in the middle room, writing punchlines
i ain’t pullin’ over till i tuck mine
motorola trappin’ by the stop sign
sent the uber, text her like it’s outside
she just text me back like n-gg- bout time
n-gg-s talk shit until them shots fired
ace’ll have your f-cking homie mouth wired

[bridge]
have my savages run right in this shit right now n-gg-
turn into f-cking wendy’s dope

[hook]
come and shop, everything must go
everything must go
in city full of crabs, every n-gg- that i meet cutthroat
n-gg-s doing all this crime shit, now a days any thing goes
had to fall back from my hoes cause i had to get a bank roll
reem & al looking down on me
when they died, it was painful
really are my angles
anything goes (x8)

[verse 2]

lil’ used to have a silver cherokee
f-cked what’s her name at the double tree
in her feelings, wanna lay up under me
b-tches gon’ leave, when the money leave
n-gg-s gon’ hate, they ain’t nothing new
look at what the rap game coming to
n-gg- you a b-tch, what you gon’ do?
wore jeff kicks when i went to school
n-gg-s know what my block get in to
n-gg-s baggin’ up rocks in my room
b-tches all on my top, give me room
i know rapper shouldn’t watch all my moves
lot of rappers couldn’t walk in my shoes
i know labels talk about me in them rooms
remember i ain’t have no cable in my room
mom sold her food stamps, where the food?
i ain’t waste no time, i was gettin’ to it
sellin’ dimes on the side, making music
i rode in a wraith, i rode in a buick
yeah i got this fame, i know i could lose it
pusha gave me game, i know what i’m doin’
i was on them school buses like a student
i don’t make excuses, i’m just gettin’ to it
sandwhich bag full of reggie, tryna move it
paranoid, got a mac in this uber
lately i’ve been learning how to deal with rumors
came up from the trash and the sewer
running laps around these rappers in my pumas
ain’t wanna do it but these n-gg-s made me do it
ain’t wanna shoot em’ but the boys acting stupid

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