Let Her Go

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[Intro] Yeah Uh huh Oh yeah Uh uh Let's go (Yo Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?) (K U, R A, K U, R A) [Chorus] Call the Uber truck baby, wanna see ya You won't text me back, fuck it, I'ma T up Go shoppin', spend ten for my leisure Came from nothin', now my neck it got a freezer On the fence with a bitch, I don't wanna talk And you talk to other guys, hit a full stop Why you fuckin' with these lames that got no guap? And they talkin' bout' Kura, like "bro popped" [Verse] Brand new whip, parked on the curb, look it oh, so clean Go to the show, grab a couple hoes, they all wanna fuck on me In this life, you gotta get it how you live, tell еm' ain't shit free Outside with a cold vibe, and you know she holdin' out for mе Turn the party up, hold your money up Baby, let's go I don't know your bitch, she was on my dick You gotta let it go And I'm top 5, kick the baby shit Now it's on the floor Kapital pants straight from Japan baby, yeah I gotta spend more I'm ballin' from the 3, I got too much paper The hoes all talk to the bitch, get out my face They tell us all the numbers, that's a whole lot in my bank Brand new beamer with the paint And you the type to dick suck, gotta tell em' straight I put in all the work, that shit determine my fate 3 5 in the whip, put this shit to my face Got a whole lot of cake, and the face too straight, yeah [Chorus] Call the Uber truck baby, wanna see ya You won't text me back, fuck it, I'ma T up Go shoppin', spend ten for my leisure Came from nothin', now my neck it got a freezer On the fence with a bitch, I don't wanna talk And you talk to other guys, hit a full stop Why you fuckin' with these lames that got no guap? And they talkin' bout' Kura, like "bro popped" [Verse 2] With the money comes a whole lot of power I got the world in the palm of my hands Rich bitch getting champagne showers See my knots and now she tugging on my pants Not the type to go get my bitch flowers Took her on a trip with the beach and the sand Got pounds on pounds on the counter Smoke all my weed, that's my number one fan Everyday I get paid, that's for sure I put it, on god, can't tell on my bro A real rockstar, I'm fuckin' up the show That's my favorite hoe because she givin' up the throat Told my people I'ma get an M, tryna give em' hope Put it on everyday, I'm too clean like soap I was so broke, do this shit for my folks Throw my life away for one shot, there's hope [Chorus] Call the Uber truck baby, wanna see ya You won't text me back, fuck it, I'ma T up Go shoppin', spend ten for my leisure Came from nothin', now my neck it got a freezer On the fence with a bitch, I don't wanna talk And you talk to other guys, hit a full stop Why you fuckin' with these lames that got no guap? And they talkin' bout' Kura, like "bro popped"
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- Kura