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letra de hit or miss - kurrqn

[intro: kurrqn]
(boy, you’re a lot of fun)
i ain’t gon’ lie, i ain’t even know what to do with the vocals

[verse 1: kurrqn]
me— me— me and my n—as gon’ pop out the cut and we got dirty sticks and we shoot through your dome
ni— n—a can’t [?] cuz he got [?]
these n—a’s think they my friends, but a n—a too nice to say leave me alone
eat a b-tch sh-t like a sandwich and we on a hammock, i eat her like turkey bologna
they wanna know how i deal with the hate, i ain’t gonna lie, imma keep it a buck

those n—a’s they subhuman peons and pests, i really do not give a f-ck
i got a motherf-ckin’ shotgun, if this sh-t hit you it hit like a truck
put on a motherf-ckin’ lasеr, get hit with this, now move like a duck
a n—a just try gеt the bag, beat it up like i’m [?], at the [?] like i’m mario
a n—a gon’ run from the cops, i do this sh-t a lot cuz i lowkey need cardio
on my hip i keep an iron, just need to know if i buy the lucario
we gon’ make that n—a dance, he gon’ use his hands, he do the scenario

that n—a finna get popped like a soda
[?] like we in minnesota
bad b-tch from flordia, she in sarasota
she in the [?], like [?]
fly in the sky, send him straight to his maker
pop out the cut like some motherf-ckin’ paper
i got a rocket, it turn you to vapor
[?] eat on her [?] like quaker
[pre-chorus: kurrqn]
i see a six-foot bad b-tch, i already know i pop up out the blue
n—a gon’ keep talking stupid, i’m finna pop him, he don’t got a clue
n—a gon’ fall through the ground, he gon’ look around he don’t know what to do
that n—a not finna live, now we on the surface and we searching for you

[chorus: kurrqn]
hit or miss, i guess i never miss
uh
me and my n—as don’t play, if you speak on my name then my n—as might turn you to swiss
me and my n—as gon’ torture you, pain gonna be endless just like an abyss
n—a gon’ [?] this second, switchin’ up fast like a n—a tryna miss

[verse 2: citadel]
citadel
brodie stay strapped like a gay b-tch
run up on me like division, get brain split
f-ck you and whoever you came with, if i go broke then i’m taking your chain quick
got a jordanese girl she like mia khalifa
friend group of three and i score me a hat trick
n—a run up then sh-t get could get graphic
[?] i’m with your b-tch smoking reefer
with my dog, n—a like i’m peta
n—a really b-tch made like [?]
goin’ to [?], with [?]
play your sh-t around the hoes, they wasn’t feelin’ ya
baggin’ my money up, touchin the ceiling
[?] like a cylinder
[?]
[?] i’m not feelin’ it
i’m sorry [?], i’m tryna catch a ferrari
[?] the f-ck up with these n—as, i’m stacking the money, i’m loving the figures
your shawty in love with a n—a, she don’t even care if you cuckin’ a n—a
trap my [?] hoes like [?], and they hate [?] out of spite
b-tch ridin’ me like a bike
man, i still [?]
[?] hoes [?] eachother
brand new aps and they glisten together
got your b-tch wet and i didn’t even f-ck her
[?] from [?], and i’m really a slugger, f-ck
(yuh, [?], and i’m really a slugger, f-ck)

- kurrqn

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