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lirik lagu kurse 11 - safety!

[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

- lirik lagu kurse 11

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