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letra de safety! - kurse 11

[verse 1: prkr blu]
comin’ for you, you get a point
cause imma need a strap to k!ll off the noise
why you gotta switch up on da boys
i will never fall down, what’s the f-ckin’ point
will you shut up-shut up-shut up again
can’t see you-can’t see you with all the f-ckin’ nonsense
go talk-go talk right up, inside my pockets
i see light-see light-see light and now i’m runnin’
[verse 2: roeeee]
e-e, [?] sitting on my scooter
you know i don’t want you f-ckin’ wit’ me, you’re a loser (awww)
i stampede way cooler
a-and his hair soft green like a newer
(e-e-ah-auh-ah) i just found a cure-ure
(e-e-ah-auh-ah) i-i-i can’t see
i-i-i’m bleedin’ out-out-out-uh-ah
(e-e-ah-auh-ah) ripped off (e-e-ah-auh-ah)

[verse 3: venthan]
pop out of the cut, i’m wit’ roe, we got straps
steady pullin’ out the racks
put in da f-ckin’ bag
steady talkin’ tough, yeah pull in wit’ a clip
and this sh-t is getting rough, i been done with this sh-t
twenty bullets that’s a man down
i got diamonds on my neck, so i stand out
and these p-ssies keep on calling me a dropout
if i hear another word come out your mouth
imma call this sh-t a knockout

[chorus: kurse11]
that b-tch is a bag getter
i been textin’ on yo b-tch when i last text her
put the phone down
you was talkin’ on da gang, you get bogged down
goin’ down, rollin’ wit’ it body in the ground wit’ it
b-tch you hate it when i say you look better wit’ no makeup
bet yo face bags hit him in his face yuh
i can’t even switch for a b-tch
yeah gettin’ switched up i can’t really give a sh-t
got an ar
if you wanna talk down get a sprayer
hate it really, everybody hate it
all the book up on my hand and they needa get safety
i don’t wanna talk but you’re on your knees
[verse 4: crusey]
i won’t come back, but for that, it’s too late
oh my god, for that, i’ll run it (ellie)
yeah it’s too late, but that’s just gone
yeah i know i’m not a brother, someone ’till my time
i know you being f-ckin’ different
body in the bed, now i’m gonna f-ckin’ miss him
i know you want me for the image
lookin’ at the score, b-tch this ain’t no f-ckin’ scrimmage

[verse 5: permafrost]
i got [?] bozos
they wanna [?] his house, but i can’t let them f-ckin’ know
no-no, let ’em know-let ’em know, imma let ’em know
flip the show-flip the show, this ain’t money show
i-i-i been smokin’ on the cherish marijuana
lookin’ for a feat cause this sh-t is so awful
got a sword, cause i’m wearin’ a pistol
ere-ere pistol

- kurse 11

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