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kurxxed emeraldz (alt version) [slowed] - luci4 lyrics

[part 1]

[intro]
hear*hear*
i make*i make songs for you to hear and n*ggas barely f*cking hear ’em
i make these songs for you to hear and n*ggas barely f*cking hear ’em
i make these songs for you to hear and n*ggas barely f*cking hear ’em
i make these songs for you to hear and n*ggas barely f*cking hear ’em
i’m on the other side of fear, i want to f*cking disappear
[?] busting here on the one though, no [?] (that kid over there, he got what*)
and shе s*xy*
uh

[verse]
everything is f*cking pointless, i’m not еven really here
many shots but you don’t hear it, n*ggas bare*, f*cking*
other side of fear, i want to f*cking disappear
i’m only [?] face, i am not [?]
[?] my n*ggas know that you a thot
you a b*tch we got to drop, on your ass you gettin popped
yeah, your ass be gettin’ shot, my n*gga swipe your f*cking head off
[?], and you think i’m f*cking playing
ain’t n0body f*cking playing, shawty hit my phone again
shawty [?], [?] the gang
[?] the gang, [?] n*gga to hold the [?]
[?]
[part 2]

[intro]
f*cking*f*cking
i make these songs for you to hear and n*ggas barely f*cking hear ’em
i make these songs for you to hear and n*ggas barely f*cking hear ’em

[verse]
maserati, ride with a [?] on the front
ar in the passenger, ‘nother ar in the trunk
i pulled up into the park just so i can roll a boof
bruh, i’m good, i don’t want to hit your skinny ass blunt
in the hood, campin’ out, jumpin’ out if you fled
tryna run, you done, you get shot in the back
[?] black gun, n*gga, that’s not your strap
on the net making threats, n*gga, that’s f*cking whack
tryna trip in the club, n*gga, your ass get clap
got your b*tch in this bih, how you feel ’bout that?
n*ggas fake, n*ggas crip, i don’t f*ck with the act
i just stick to the script and i flip for the racks
and this thick looking b*tch who be smart to the crib
she in the passenger, yeah, she eating d*ck, need a bib
see an opp, i’ma make a mess like i’m eating ribs
she like, “axx, boy, i luh your ass, can i get a kiss?”
f*ck a watch, i don’t f*ck with time, got an empty wrist
[outro]
i make these songs for you to hear and n*ggas barely f*cking hear ’em
i make these songs for you to hear and n*ggas barely f*cking hear ’em
i make these songs for you to hear and n*ggas barely f*cking hear ’em
i make these songs for you to hear and n*ggas barely f*cking hear ’em
i make these songs for you to hear and n*ggas barely f*cking hear ’em
i make these songs for you to hear and n*ggas barely f*cking hear ’em

- luci4 lyrics

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