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kur - panda (freestyle) lyrics

[verse: kur]
i remember nights when i was scramblin’
baggin’ up in houses that abandoned
i remember when a n-gga jammed me
i done lost connection with my family
wonder why i keep on taking xannies
n-ggas broke and i don’t understand it
she gave me throat because i’m f-ckin’ handsome
after that i never f-ckin’ answered
i don’t got no rollies that be dancing
got gorillas and they f-ckin’ spazzin’
out in austin i just f-ckin’ landed
shout out diamond cuts and dj damage
my n-gga leek got like 20 years
20 years until he see his family
in the squada i was in the back seat
i can’t let these n-ggas f-ckin’ p-ss me
runnin’ sh-t just like a f-ckin’ athlete
ima move my grandmom to the county
been a minute since i seen her happy
for a minute i been f-ckin’ snappin’
we had crack all in the f-ckin’ mattress
gettin’ paper you can’t f-ckin’ match us
wait, i’m just to f-ckin’ wreckless
wait, put ya b-tch right on septa
wait, i’m just too f-ckin’ busy
tried to fit you on my f-ckin’ schedule
wait, weed in our cigarillos
wait, i’m just applyin’ pressure
ngb i’m with this sh-t forever
had to fall back got my sh-t together
coop about to open trap school
he gon tell you about that back room
when reem was here he gave me so much
wish that i can give it back to em’
high as sh-t i’m tryna act normal
n-ggas put me on the back burner
f-ck this sh-t i’m bout to black on em’
say they real but n-ggas act phony
in ya bushes with a tec on me
shout out dot i got respect for em’
texas mom always check on her
always tell her that the best coming
wake up in the morning take me a bar
wake up in the morning facetime a broad
i had kush i put it right in the jar
f-ck that b-tch i put her right in my song
get high as a drone, i don’t wanna talk
b-tch i’m tryna bone, i live my life stoned
did this on my own, my jacket designer it’s keepin’ me warm
got my yeezys on, i’m all in the zone
if it ain’t about paper stop callin’ my phone just leave me alone
when it come to that paper
i have n-ggas that stole come right to ya’ home
me and my boys don’t stress over hoes, we get to that dough
now switch up the flow
f-ck all that fame i went back to my roots
i got some homies that’s askin’ to shoot
went to the gutta, went back to the sewer
i’m feelin’ great now i’m back in the booth
i’m at [?] i’m acting a fool
i talked to gunna he said that he cool
do what i want, don’t play by the rules
i think a lot of these n-ggas confused
i know a lot of these b-tches been screwed
wait wait, back on my bull, b-tch i’m that boul
f-ck is he doing ? that n-gga be drawn
the b-tches be on em’, i stood on the corner
i smoke marijuana, just me and my partner
money and power, i want money and power

[outro: kur]
going up, this n-gga going up
going up, this n-gga going up
don’t think he slowing up, this n-gga going up
this n-gga going up, this n-gga going up

- kur lyrics

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