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letra de from sick kunt to poor kunt (ffnews outro) - 4orttune

[verse 1: 4orttune]
ha, yeah, mm
i’m tryna stack my money, watch it pile up
i swear i go broke every time i find love
we in the same boat, stay until my times up
i text her with my fingernails, saying that your lines cut
if i caught you in a lie, would you take it to the grave and die with it
i just step out in a fit from 2020, still look fye with it
money waste it plenty, but my shorty looking fine as sh-t
use to catch me in a trash spot
[?] up the brick
you ain’t care about this sh-t, i do or do you
my shorties older then me, got her feeling like a cougar
versace sheets on my bed, head likе medusa
[?] pull these straps on mе, i’m thinking like they gonna shoot ya

[hook: cult shφtta]
i just pour up, pour, pour up, pour, pour up, for when i use to be a poor kunt
pour up, pour up, pour up, for when i use to be a poor kunt

[verse 2: cult shφtta]
back when we use to f-ck to flatbush zombies
we was smoking palm trees out the combi
hit the stank face when we heard omgronny
got my rats tail tangled in your plaits like a navii, swag
s-x with my rexy till i wrecked it
sweet nut on your brown skin
shorty look like nesquik, uh
in the trap with a leftist
i can tell that you’re imperial because i met tricks
[hook: cult shφtta]
i just pour up, pour, pour up, pour, pour up, for when i use to be a poor kunt
pour up, pour up, pour up, for when i use to be a poor kunt

[verse 3: 4orttune]
scabbed up nose, inside looking like some anchovy
shorty broke my heart, i was crying in the pokies
i was made for the stage, you kunts made for the nosebleeds
[?] up off the chokies
you hate on uckas, you’re f-ck wit
you should get chopped up, for all that dumb sh-t
i’m in a cop car, like should i run quick
lad you’re not hard, your just a bum b-tch

[outro: 4orttune & cult shφtta]
pour up, pour up, pour up, for when i use to be a poor kunt
i tried to tell her but she never listen
uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
pour up, pour up, pour up, for when i use to be a poor kunt
yeah, and when i’m with you i can’t keep my distance

- 4orttune

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