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kur - up lyrics

[verse 1:]
i switched up my hustle ain’t selling no drugs
i made maaly my plug, i made dougie my plug
i spit crack on this sh-t, i can’t show you no love
f-ck who you know, f-ck where you from
smoking on backwoods i f-cked up my lungs, i ain’t biting my tongue
i ain’t kissing no b-tch that do trifilin stuff
we snuck out pints in the club, we did the sheistiest stuff
wonder how ya b-tch a act when she saw me
prolly hop right on my d-ck while she witchu
don’t wait in lines and i don’t wait for tickets
got retros on retros that cost bout a nickel
a piece so official i muscled i grissled
n-ggas don’t know what the f-ck i done been through
i-95 me and reem in a rental, cops pull us over
[?]
b-tch had 4 so i bought her a phone
got her a 6, now she sending me pictures
her p-ssy she text me like kur
this is yours
we f-cked your b-tch when we bored, straight up
we bring that sh-t to your door, for real
suggest you don’t come to the road
p-ssy n-ggas that’s what we known for

[chorus:] [x2]
i just walked in and i’m f-cking sh-t up [x2]
everywhere we go we f-cking sh-t up
went to the mall, f-cking sh-t up
fronted my man and he f-cked that sh-t up, that’s still my n-gga i love him to death
was in love with that b-tch till she start f-cking up
f-ck that sh-t up [x2]

[verse 2:]
tryna take some of this cali weed back with me
i got it vacuumed sealed bout to smear all this vaseline
right on his packaging
it’s a young n-gga trafficking, do this for young n-ggas marking this calendar
doing this for young n-ggas who had too much proud to be janitors, acting like janitors
did anything for their families
f-ck who you better than
thinking you better than me that’s a negative
n-gga be repping the block but they never, they never they really american
shoot you right there in your face if you touch me
use to bust trash right out of temper or nothing
tyrna get temper, we chilling we covered
been in no problem, we spinning, we drinking

[chorus]

[verse 3:]
stepped in the club and i’m f-cking sh-t up
[?]
we just banging on n-ggas
i’m just making my moves , i ain’t waiting on n-ggas
amg sit straight , twenty third is my
prometh no soda homie, cocaine shots
ye i f-cked your b-tch only a couple of times,she got a mean box
and when i raise the through she said it giving me [?]
i’m in a sling shot
they call me osama, had to step up my commas (yuuuur)

[chorus]

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