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kura & pi'erre bourne - let her go lyrics

[intro]
yeah
uh huh
oh yeah
uh uh
let’s go
(yo pi’erre, you wanna come out here?)
(k u, r a, k u, r a)

[chorus]
call the uber truck baby, wanna see ya
you won’t text me back, f+ck it, i’ma t up
go shoppin’, spend ten for my leisure
came from nothin’, now my neck it got a freezer
on the fence with a b+tch, i don’t wanna talk
and you talk to other guys, hit a full stop
why you f+ckin’ with these lames that got no guap?
and they talkin’ bout’ kura, like “bro popped”

[verse]
brand new whip, parked on the curb, look it oh, so clean
go the show, grab a couple hoes, they all wanna f+ck on me
in this life, you gotta get it how you live, tell еm’ ain’t sh+t free
outside with a cold vibe, and you know she holdin’ out for mе
turn the party up, hold your money up
baby, let’s go
i don’t know your b+tch, she was on my d+ck
you gotta let it go
and i’m top 5, kick the baby sh+t
now it’s on the floor
kapital pants straight from j+pan baby, yeah i gotta spend more
i’m ballin’ from the 3, i got too much pape
the hoes all talk to the b+tch, get out my face
they tell us all the numbers, that’s a whole lot in my bank
brand new beamer with the paint
and you the type to d+ck suck, gotta tell em’ straight
i put in all the work, that sh+t determine my fate
3 5 in the whip, put this sh+t to my face
got a whole lot of cake, and the face too straight, yeah
[chorus]
call the uber truck baby, wanna see ya
you won’t text me back, f+ck it, i’ma t up
go shoppin’, spend ten for my leisure
came from nothin’, now my neck it got a freezer
on the fence with a b+tch, i don’t wanna talk
and you talk to other guys, hit a full stop
why you f+ckin’ with these lames that got no guap?
and they talkin’ bout’ kura, like “bro popped”

[verse 2]
with the money comes a whole lot of power
i got the world in the palm of my hands
rich b+tch getting champagne showers
see my knots and now she tugging on my pants
not the type to go get my b+tch flowers
took her on a trip with the beach and the sand
got pounds on pounds on the counter
smoke all my weed, that’s my number one fan
everyday i get paid, that’s for sure
i put on god, can’t tell on my bro
a real rapstar, i’m f+ckin’ up the show
that’s my favorite hoe because she givin’ up the throat
told my people i’ma get an m, tryna give em’ hope
put it on everyday, i’m too clean like soap
i was so broke, do this sh+t for my folks
throw my life away for one shot, there’s hope (?)
[chorus]
call the uber truck baby, wanna see ya
you won’t text me back, f+ck it, i’ma t up
go shoppin’, spend ten for my leisure
came from nothin’, now my neck it got a freezer
on the fence with a b+tch, i don’t wanna talk
and you talk to other guys, hit a full stop
why you f+ckin’ with these lames that got no guap?
and they talkin’ bout’ kura, like “bro popped”

- kura pierre bourne lyrics

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