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Kurxxed Emeraldz (Alternate Version) – Luci4 lyrics

Lyrics to Kurxxed Emeraldz (Alternate Version) by Luci4

Kurxxed Emeraldz lyrics

[Intro]
Hear-hear-
I make-I make songs for you to hear and n***as barely f**king hear ’em
I make these songs for you to hear and n***as barely f**king hear ’em
I make these songs for you to hear and n***as barely f**king hear ’em
I make these songs for you to hear and n***as barely f**king hear ’em
I’m on the other side of fear, I want to f**king disappear
That boy busting here on the one though, no V though (That kid over there, he got what-)
And shе sexy-
Uh

[Verse]
Everything is f**king pointless (JEWELX), I’m not еven really here
I make these songs for you to hear and n***as barely f**king hear-
Other side of fear, I want to f**king disappear
I barely fit in with my peers, I ain’t been happy in some years
You always f**k with n***as, ho, my n***as know that you a thot
You a b*t*h we got the drop, o-o-on your a**, you gettin’ popped
Yeah, your a** be gettin’ shot, my n***a swipe your f**king head off
N***a, it’s f**k what they sayin’, and you think I’m f**king playing
Ain’t nobody f**king playing, shorty hit my phone again

That b*t*h mad I’m born to win, I’m back on it now but I’m doing it again
Pull up to your a** it’s your old one again, I ain’t call no one to get on [?]
[?] got no type now, let me give a hoe these bands
[Part 2]

[Intro]
F**king-f**king
I make these songs for you to hear and n***as barely f**king hear ’em
I make these songs for you to hear and n***as barely f**king hear ’em

[Verse]
Maserati, ride with a trident on the front
AR in the pa**enger, another AR in the trunk
I pulled up into the park just so I can roll a boof
Bruh, I’m good, I don’t want to hit your skinny a** blunt
In the hood, campin’ out, jumpin’ out if you fled
Tryna run and you done, you get shot in the back
Taking pics with that gun, n***a, that’s not your strap
On the net making threats, n***a, that’s f**king whack
Tryna trip in the club, n***a, your a** get clapped
Cause your b*t*h in the bed, how you feel ’bout that?
N***as fake, n***as crip, I don’t f**k with the act
I just stick to the script, and I flip for the racks
And this thick looking b*t*h who be smart to the crib
She in the pa**enger, yeah, she eating d**k, need a bib
See an opp, I’ma make a mess like I’m eating ribs
She like, “Axx, boy, I love your a**, can I get a kiss?”
F**k a watch, I don’t f**k with time, got an empty wrist
[Outro]
I make these songs for you to hear and n***as barely f**king hear ’em
I make these songs for you to hear and n***as barely f**king hear ’em
I make these songs for you to hear and n***as barely f**king hear ’em
I make these songs for you to hear and n***as barely f**king hear ’em
I make these songs for you to hear and n***as barely f**king hear ’em
I make these songs for you to hear and n***as barely f**king hear ’em

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