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lirik lagu ​mess – ​​​​kuriosity

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[verse 1: kuriosity]
think he tough, got a beam on his chest
i’ma aim for the top, n*gga, f*ck a vest
n*gga testin’ his luck, quickest way to death
n*ggas got me mad, n*ggas got me fessed
beat him out his socks, put dat boy to rest
kuri’ finna throw n*ggas, know the rest
kuri’ leave ’em gone, kuri leave a mess
see my n*gga throw five, i’ma throw ten, i’m in public, n*gga, what it do?
heard he chillin’ with n*ggas that’s dissin’ my n*ggas, i’m uppin’ on that n*gga too
n*ggas on that fake sh*t, on that snake sh*t, they be suckin’ p*n*s for some views
never show my face sh*t, i’ma spray sh*t, tryna put a n*gga on the news
pull up with a black fit, with a black whip, that’s a opp thot, that’s a black b*tch
on my tac sh*t, never lackin’, in the fiеldm throwin’ like it’s madden
n*gga been shot in the past tеnse, we gon’ pull up, p*ssin’ on his casket
told my n*gga get low, cause i’m finna make this n*gga dance, do a michael jackson
i’m shootin’ from deep like i play for the nets
new opp dead, heard he tried his best
n*ggas throwin’ like klay, aimin’ for the neck
n*gga rap like a p*ssy say it wit ya chest
he was f*ckin with kuri’, now that n*gga dead
he was f*ckin with kuri’, now that n*gga gone
put him in a verse, put him in a song
roll ’em like a spliff, smoke ’em like a bong

[verse 2: kuriosity]
ya, oh yea, gotta walk with that stick, oh, yeah
he got hit with his b*tch oh yea, bullets flippin’ that whip, oh, yeah
he got hit with his kid, oh, d*mn, i don’t want you, b*tch, i am not yo man
i got sticks like i play in a band, tryna catch a lil’ b*tch and his friend
gotta cop me a eight when i land, weep a knock and it stay in my pants
i’m so up, i can f*ck on a fan, with that b*tch, then i f*ck on her friend
all my diamonds glisten, watch ’em dance, lil’ b*tch, i got shooters all the way in france
say bye to yo’ ‘ooter, k!llin’ ’em again
i told you that b*tch ain’t a shooter, need to get a man
[bridge: yves]
yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah
yeah, you mad as sh*t, i know you mad as sh*t

[verse 3: yves]
p*ssy, you mad as sh*t, why this kid lagging? bro, pass the spliff, like, d*mn
he mad that i’m passing him, i just cracked a zip and i’m gassed of it, like, d*mn
he fumbled that bag and sh*t, i ain’t gon’ f*ck up and lag on a b*tch, god d*mn
he act like a m*s*ch*st, i rolled him up and i’m ashing him, god d*mn
f*cked up i’m bashin’ him, god d*mn, new check, i’m cashin’ it, god d*mn
dead blunt, i’m ashin’ it, god d*mn, she f*cked up i’ll pass the b*tch, god d*mn
why this kid lackin’ me? god d*mn, said he wan’ fight, but he don’t got hands
he finna die when he meet my mans, he knew he died when he p*ssed his pants

[verse 4: kuriosity]
n*gga broke, told ’em, “show me a band”
no, you are not better than kuri’, do you understand?
n*gga runnin’ and duckin’ in public, but heard he was talkin on twitter, n*gga, u a fan
got a beam on that b*tch, when i up it, i get me a bucket like curry, shoot with double hands
she thought she was special, i told her to suck it, like, no, we not f*ckin, lil’ shawty, you is not a ten

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