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kur - thriller lyrics

who woulda thought that kareem woulda died? i just wish he had that thing by his side
i always keep that
45 on my waist
you woulda thought that my jeans was that size
uh+huh
all of this cash in these robin jeans
yeah
that be the reason i’m walking different
uh
i just mixed xan with the d+mn lean
yeah
that be the reason i’m talking different
yeah, yeah
b+b+b+tches hop right on my d+ck when they see me

uh
it’s me and trey at the loft in ziti
whoa
don’t give a f+ck about n+ggas online
yeah
a+a+all of you p+ssy+ass boys gotta see me
yeah, yeah
bustin’ out sandals for amber to glamour
uh
shout out to quis
yeah, i did this for mimi
yeah
shout out to peppy
i did this for samson
i did this for shawty
i did this for grandma
whoa
did this for kay+kay
i did this for wookеy
uh
if it’s a problem, i’m holdin’ this uzi
i’m comin’ with uzi
yeah
we sprayin’ and shootin’
yеah
it’s time to make money
no time for a juji
yeah
uh
time to buy houses and time to meet jewelers
whoa
i told my aunt i’m so tired of the student
whoa
when the f+ck we gon’ eat lobster and noodles?
she sucked my d+ck, and i taught that b+tch too
what?
i am the bull
b+tches, they fall by the two
b+tch
walkin’ around with a noose

i got the ‘rari, no roof
yeah
i was in the trap as a young n+gga
trap
dirty+ass b+tch
i ain’t gon’ kiss her
what?
sippin’ on lean, it’s so bad for my liver
i’m f+cking your b+tch, i’ma flip her
f+f+fifty k, that’s a plain jane
walkin’ around in balmain
kitchen, i’m whippin’ a cane
whip
b+tch, get head
i ain’t playin’ games
no
young n+gga made it out the trap house
trap
if you got the papes, i’ma cash out
ring
i got a bad b+tch with a good mouth
woo
i’m smashin’ and kickin’ your ho out
yeah
every b+tch in my city tryna f+ck me
three months ago, i didn’t care
said i was weird ’cause i wear balmains and they way too tight
i got dye in my hair
speaking of hair, b+tches be giving me head
kinda remind me of lice
i’m taking your order
give me two minutes
it come with a good fortune and box of rice

i grind like a bike
take out the pans on the side
take it off, use it as a silencer
i bet this
45 will silence ya
i like ferrari
my brother, yeah, he like them challengers
got so much money a month
i swear to god, my lifestyle just like a calendar
d+mn that b+tch, that’s who i want
oh, she ain’t sucking the d+ck?
then i’ma cancel her
no, don’t talk to me, b+tch
don’t tell me your problems
f+ck i look like, a school counselor?
i+i+i+i+i’m throwing money, b+tch, but i’m no gambler
g+g+gambler
i am no gambler
she is a fan of me, but i am no fan of her
hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

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