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letra de i don't give a fuck - kur

[chorus: kur]
i could die drinking this codeine, i don’t give a f-ck
get rich with it with my whole team, i don’t give a f-ck
i could go to jail selling this sh-t, still won’t give a f-ck
all the sh-t i did, i probably go to h-ll, i don’t give a f-ck

i could die drinking this codeine, i don’t give a f-ck
get rich with it with my whole team, i don’t give a f-ck
i could go to jail selling this sh-t, still won’t give a f-ck
all the sh-t i did, i probably go to h-ll, i don’t give a f-ck

[verse 1: lil uzi vert]
we working we working
what i sip on be that purpose
most of these broads they be thirsty
hundreds and fifties
yeah i got hundreds and fifties
and your pockets be my numbers
your b-tch in the whip, yeah the one with the curtains
i’m sucking that t-tty, that b-tch’ll be nursing
that we i be sippin, my words they be slurring
if first in my water, you know i be skrting
i’m whipping and whipping, the wrist’ll be churning
they say it is real, your chain it be turning
and fake n-gg-s only think that i’m allergic
i write on the dotted line, write up in cursive
i’m chalking the outer line when you get murdered
you talking ’bout rapping but i got the burner
and this be the nine, and you can get burnt up
designer my clothes, side b-tch be imported
and shout out the plug, can’t look cross the water
i’m up, been in mexico cause i’m important
what the f-ck you gonna do right with a quarter
when i get the clothes, yeah something more h–rder
don’t cop at the mall, everything you order
got b-tches in jersey all way down to florida
she sucking me off, she tasting her daughter
and you want it all, but you can’t afford it
what i pay for my shoes probably your mortgage
and they say i’m rude, my music is hard up
and credit when due, worked for my grandmomma
and i’m in the field, like jeremiah trotter
and i’m going hard, like my name is flocka
bandana on neck, like i’m silkk the shocker
put my n-gg-s on, so we all can prosper
put my n-gg-s on, so we all can prosper

[verse 2: kur]
my n-gg- dre home
they had him locked like mandela
my block hot as the motherland
and i still got them grams selling, unh
5-0 can’t stop my grind
3 n-gg-s can’t stop 4 5s
8 n-gg-s can’t stop this 9, uh
ak picking through that block, vert
saw these n-gg-s and it’s ’bout that time
i stand on the corner like i protest
like i’m tryin’ to stop that crime
the thing is, i ain’t got no sign, huh
the thing is, i ain’t really into black power
b-tches wave a n-gg- there like i’m a cab driver
little b-tch talking can i come see her
i said no, maybe later, these trap hours
i ain’t flexing, stand down, f-ck am i clear
and this rap game p-ssy i’m a pioneer
the white whiter than the people with the blue eyes
and the people with the blonde hair
any rapper talking like they got f-cking problems
i make that p-ssy fall back like recline chairs
sharp neck, vernith road, we don’t fight c’here
we’ll light your -ss up like times square
’bout business i ain’t really into small-talking
my n-gg-s ride ’til they crash like paul walker
got shooters got shooters like ‘mal crawford
f-ck a middleman, point me to the boss office
it’s ngb
and it’s daytown
we drink codeine
like we in h-town

- kur

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