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moonlight - kurrqn lyrics

n*gga yo b*tch cheating get yo money up you rocking abercrombie
all these b*tches just keep on chasing like i’m a zombie
n*gga keep on playing ima send him to the lobby
n*gga keep on playing get some money get a hobby
and she begging for the meat fin feed her the salami
high as f*ck just like a rocket like giovanni
if we pull up, he fold like origami
n*ggas know that i keep an eddy just like gianni
n*ggas know that i keep an eddy just like i’m murphy
n*gga fin get slain we not gon show him any mercy
slay that n*gga slow and he know i’m not in a hurry
uncle bald as f*ck gon fly him out send him to turkey
and she think she sl!ck she gonna play mе like piano
i let out the tommy think i’m running outta ammo
n*ggas think thеy tuff but to me they can’t hold a candle
got it on my hip something that you can’t even handle
got it on my hip and that sh*t big it’s finna bust
hit him in the belly shoot till i think it’s enough
fill him up with slugs and that sh*t loud it gonna bang
loot that n*gga body we running straight to the bank
baddie 5’11 like a tree she gon get chopped down
n*gga you not sl!ck i can read you as if your palms out
standing on allat f*cking money i’m f*cking tall now
n*gga get no greeting no even an “os alam” now
hua hua where the main?
switched up on her fast and she never gon be the same
i say this sh*t out loud and i know i’m the one to blame
like d*mn. what have i became
say this sh*t out loud and now a n*gga kinda miss her
all up in her highlights i cannot seem to resist her
other fish in the sea but they know i’m not a fisher
f*ck that i’m in the club throwing 50s at a stripper
b*tch im throwing 50s this money going to waste
hua cha hua poi i throw it to the face
b*tch theres only one of me someone you cant replace
you cannot replace me im yelling b*tch im enraged
used to be romantic and that sh*t was lowkey stupid
n*gga learned his lesson all these b*tches f*cking ruthless
n*gga don’t know how to cope these b*tches f*cking useless
n*ggas don’t know that i’m pulling strings just like acoustic
i’m innat trackhawk i’m going fast
going bout 350 yards on the dashhhhuhh
(1,2,1,2, go!!)
going bout 150 miles b*tch i go
12 getting too active i’m on the low
n*gga want beef tell him send me the lo
b*tch we gon jump him he don’t even know
b*tch we got jump him for now just act cool
that b*tch so wet she wet just like the pool
pull out the swords b*tch it’s time for a duel
take out my gun n*gga you is a fool
b*tch you a dutt you get cooked like a recipe
i beat her man’s and she still tryna message me
claims he on the streets he really from sesame
all these fake young n*ggas gon be the death of me

- kurrqn lyrics

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