Born Dis Way

Album cover art for "Born Dis Way" by Kura

Kura - Rap

Born Dis Way

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Duration: 2:01

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Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, yeah It's a big fuckin' boss up K-U-R-A Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here? Yeah, ooh, yeah, let's go [Chorus] Baby when you get fly as a fuckin' feather Get them racks and keep it silent, that's all I remember I want the best don't need the rest, ho I can never settle Bitch I'm a punk, I rock all black and my pants made of leather Grab myself up to the top, I don't want nobody's shit I'm from rundown way, where they can't go without their blicks Startin' music in 8th grade, didn't think I'd make it hit Now I'm getting rich, slayin' hoes back at my crib [Verse] How could I make this up? I wasn't nun, ain't had no monеy Now that ho think I'm paid She actin' funny like she wanna fuck mе Dog walkin' half these rappers I own they sound, but I ain't no puppet I can never take these hoes serious How they talkin' they sayin' they love me, ha Bitch I love clothes, I don't love you, that is a promise I'm only 19, type of kid to make his racks in his pajamas Aim B-I-G, everything I do big, ain't talkin Collasus I'm punchin' they face, I'm breaking their teeth, lay deep in the moshpit [Refrain] Waited all my life, can't give up shit that I'm doin Damn the hoes so fine, but stay in L.A., bitch I ain't movin' How'd this rapper get signed and on IG, like my career ruined I rock high fashion then hit back sluts, boy I'm just coolin' Waited all my life, can't give up shit that I'm doin Damn the hoes so fine, but stay in L.A., bitch I ain't movin' How'd this rapper get signed and on IG, like my career ruined I rock high fashion then hit back sluts, boy I'm just coolin' [Chorus] Baby when you get fly as a fuckin' feather Get them racks and keep it silent, that's all I remember I want the best don't need the rest, ho I can never settle Bitch I'm a punk, I rock all black and my pants made of leather Grab myself up to the top, I don't want nobody's shit I'm from rundown way, where they can't go without their blicks Startin' music in 8th grade, didn't think I'd make it hit Now I'm getting rich, slayin' hoes back at my crib

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Credits

Writers
  • Kura
  • Pi’erre Bourne