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letra de margiela throw blanket - kurt hazard

[intro]
pretty boy, pretty boy, pretty boy, pretty boy

[verse 1]
pretty boy kurt i done came up from nothing
either you rock with the kid or you frontin’
she used to dub me when i was down bad
but now she be telling her friends that we f-cking
he ain’t on nothing
vvs diamonds they dancing the crunkin’
kmd dropped and i ain’t even done yet
i’m in the telly with hollows, and bottles, and models from london
i hit with no cuffin’
ten in the face and her body straight bussin’
i’m in the drop doing donuts no dunkin’
we spun the block in the dead of night why the f-ck was you ducking
got my white tee on
i’m getting money not worried what he on
i kiss ‘em on the forehead you a peon
play with me i’ll play the two like i’m dion… wait
i don’t be stressing i’m good on my own
i roam through your hood with eight bands on my dome
and please don’t compare us, these n-ggas my clones
i don’t got a heart, ‘less we talking chrome
i don’t got the time ‘less we talking money
i won’t crack a smile cause ain’t nothing funny
i sip pellegrino’s mixed with 1800
i ran up the check then ran off with his honey
[break]
yeah yeah yeah, reporting live from the motherf-cking five-one
broke ass n-gga we don’t got sh-t to discuss
get the f-ck from out my face with that sh-t
n-ggas got me f-cked up for real
pulled up in a sp-ceship but no we do not come in peace
sh-t i might have to turn up on ‘em real quick
sh-t lemme take the chain off real quick

[verse 2]
we never heard of you
hit me a buck on the free and i’m swerving through
i cut the head off a snake no convertible
money so tall i climb up and look down from that b-tch and got vertigo
i’m in my birkin ho
please don’t get hit with this uzi no vertical
you ain’t no thug, you a square, you an urkel
them boys ain’t ya man’s i could throw him some bred and he’ll flip like a burger do
these n-ggas jealous
we pull up spinning the block like propellers
made a withdrawal gave a tip to my teller
we not the same, b-tch ya sh-t from the mall, and my sh-t is margiela
these bum b-tches bore me
no we can’t talk features you got less that 4 g’s
got two burner phones i can’t trap from the 4g
my brother make hits with the drake like 40, op pack is my forte
my neck cold as winter
i got me a be right beside me like jigga
deposit just hit and my knot a bit thicker
hit east 57th, i swipe left and right in that ho like it’s tinder
it’s cream of crop you cropped out the picture
these bum n-ggas mad while i’m just getting richer
this glock got a beam and it came with a richard
put hands on the team make him reach for big dipper

- kurt hazard

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