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You think you- | Kurt | Man
You think you- (Complete!) Kurt Man Why the fuck you say that shit you say if you ain't mean it? I don't believe it She bumpin' Brent but she black as Ben Carson (Yeah, yeah) Back in the bricks, I was givin' dick to all my sergeants (Yeah, yeah) I know you mad 'cause your friends ain't no Gs (Not at all) And we got straps as big as Dugg in my apartment (One, one) Keep it on the hip When I load the clip I'ma blow the cartridge (Buh!) And aim that heat at your garments, boy What about that shit you said them years when I was broke? (Yeah!) And what about buyin' a ticket to get beat up at my show? (Yeah, yeah!) The opposition sick of me, tired, nervous, and broke (Word!) You thought that I forgot but bitch, I'm never letting go I got 'em on the ropes (Huh?) Hit him hard, swing it left and get 'em gone (Uh!) Pick him up, dust him off, give him some more (Uh!) All my opps sick, tired, nervous, and broke And they still take me as some j— (Man, huh?) Now, are you feelin' me, baby, or do you need it more? I keep straight faces like Casey whenever I'm in court I can't keep making fire, I never pass the torch (Yeah!) Lil' Bruce Wayne, I'm so special with it Beyond your reach tryna big up all these Terry McGinnis Black, Canelo puttin' on a clinic (Yeah, yeah!) They don't know how I'm doin' it, still stuck on how I did it, weak I wish I would sidechain that kick to a beat, bitch, please That's shit you need Bum! (Complete!) Why the fuck I'm still here walking 'round if you a demon? See, I don't believe it (Not at all) When I shoot my shit, I don't ever miss Better hit my target (Yeah, yeah) And they gonna learn quick I'm the wrong nigga to start with it (Yeah, yeah) I know why you hate 'Cause you don't feel safe in your own apartment (Nah) I know why you hate 'Cause you know you lame even though you balling (Shake it up!) Yeah, I see the bitch in you niggas, I know that's common (Uh!) The money can't change how a bitch nigga started (Shake it up!) End up makin' threats (Yeah) Start off paying homage (Shocked!) Caught for possession, I feel like Sarah McLachlan (Brryah!) Pretty socks, big Glocks Bitch, I'm with the nonsense, come here What about that shit you said them years when I was broke? (Yeah!) And what about buyin' a ticket to get beat up at my show? (Yeah, yeah!) The opposition sick of me, tired, nervous, and broke (Word!) You thought that I forgot but bitch, I'm never letting go I got 'em on the ropes (Huh?) Hit him hard, swing it left and get 'em gone (Uh!) Pick him up, dust him off, give him some more (Uh!) All my opps sick, tired, nervous, and broke And they still take me as some j— (Uh!) Now, are you feelin' me, baby, or do you need it more? I keep straight faces like Casey whenever I'm in court I can't keep making fire, I never pass the torch Lil' Bruce Wayne, I'm so special with it Beyond your reach tryna big up all these Terry McGinnis Black, Canelo puttin' on a clinic They don't know how I'm doin' it, still stuck on how I did it, weak Uh! Uh! Let's do that again (Yeah) It's just the whole thing, so, just sing with me You're selfish, like me It's why we get along, famously It's too late for me, baby I don't wanna be sold out, baby I don't wanna be stressed out for profit I don't wanna be gone that long Okay You'll get yours and I'll get mine You'll get yours and I'll get mine (Mine) And then like You can alternate any of those, whatever you want Okay, hold on
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