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lirik lagu catch up – kur

[verse 1]
p-ssy -ss rappers playing on my phone, sh-t
i only answer when the money call
n-ggas start beef, then they want plead though
y’all n-ggas got us f-cked up we ain’t one of y’all
we don’t fear none of y’all
f-ck that, we can’t wait until we running y’all
i hear a lot of n-ggas talking ’bout the summer’s theirs
naw f-ck that, you ain’t know the summer’s ours?
get your money up
the b-tch that you stalking on twitter n-gga i don’ f-cked a month ago
paint the city white, like fifty b-tches in our van
they like “where y’all going sh-t we wanna go”
honey sherry in the section looking h-lla bad
n-gga we got h-lla swag
spent ten grand and that was just on clothes
we just do it for the times that we never had
a year ago, n-ggas said i was the runner up
now sh-t changed young boy running sh-t
n-ggas always talk that money sh-t
you see them out and you wonder where their money went
you ain’t making f-cking sense
i don’t really give a f-ck who you run and get
you put a laser on a motherf-cking glock 40
my n-gga i’ll put that sh-t like he don’t wanna miss
n-gga what

[verse 2]
g weezy my f-cking dawg
thats the girl that i left for her
last year i was f-cked up, i was buying clothes at the thrift store
this year i’m on some new sh-t, i just buy belts when i get bored
n-ggas always on my d-ck, put your b-tch to use that’s what your b-tch for
ballies on these ain’t burberry
b-tches tell me i’m the worst aries
i ain’t never tripping off of hoes
you heard my pound cake you know these hoes vary
i don’t give a f-ck about no n-gga
especially no broke n-gga
walking around, oh n-gga i don been a lot of sh-t but a old n-gga
i run sh-t just like marathons
louis on just like ferragom
i go through backdoors while y’all stand in line
i don’t backtrack i am ahead of time
its still ngb, free lil that’s my f-cking dawg
rap n-ggas some f-cking frauds screaming f-ck ’em all, screaming f-ck ’em all
coup what up

[verse 3]
do you know how it feel to hear your mom f-cking n-ggas that she barely know
you hear her moaning off them heavy strokes
this the side that i never show
this the realest sh-t i ever wrote
poured out like the levey’s broke
when i was young i always wanted to be an astronaut
’cause when my mom was high she used to say she on the moon
i used to cry, i used to beg her can she take me with her
she say don’t worry i’ma take you soon just stay in school
and i’m happy that i grew up poor
’cause if i grew up rich, there wouldn’t be no kur
there wouldn’t be no struggle, there wouldn’t be no flaws
i would’ve never have to worry ’bout if we gon’ starve
i remember all the times i couldn’t brush my t–th
i remember all the times i had scuffed up sneaks
all the muslim brothers got girls
so when the girls came around i act like i was muslim and i cuffed my jeans
no disrespect though
i’m the type to live my life with no regrets though
dealing with the fact my sister having s-x though
when she graduate, i hope i ain’t on death row
it’s certain sh-t that i should let go
f-cking nine to five we made thousands off the metro
off the juice, off the c0ke, off the xo
the trap house had nothing but stoves
we was in that kitchen like we chefs yo
we was tryna be esco
learned most of the game from lil, followed his steps yo
got most of my swag from rein, he got me fresh though
coup he was like my right, long as my left though

- kur

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