Murakami Stars

Album cover art for "Murakami Stars" by Kura

Kura - Rap

Murakami Stars

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Duration: 2:37

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[Part I] [Intro] Uh, uh, yeah Yeah, yeah, uh, uh [Verse] It's four AM, bitch, and I ain't go to sleep I'm in LA in the hills, feel the breeze I got the swag and you stealing my steeze SRT, Q's and them P's I'm getting green like it's growing on trees Bitch, watch them drugs, I ain't fucking with fiends 'Member in school, getting in trouble with deans Passout, blackout, she just wanna tap out Saying I'm a fool but he ain't pull them racks out You say you my bro, yeah, what's up with the cap now? Friend or a foe, feel like Lancey on the track now Too many rappers, they stealing that swag Only 1-7, I'm still in my bag Real cheap camo [?] on my ass But this is designer, boy, yeah, I got class These rappers, they capping, they don't want that action I stay with my gang, Hungеr Games like a faction We pull up two sеats, we ain't deep, we ain't lacking You in Miami, we pull up, we tracking [Part II] [Intro] Yeah, hold up Uh, hold up, yeah, gang shit Uh, uh, uh, uh Uh, uh, uh (Hold on, yeah, yeah, yeah) [Chorus] Fuck a check up, for designer, ho, I'm fiending I ain't with them veggies, boy, but this a green beam Going up with my brothers, this the dream team I ain't sipping on that shit, this ain't lean, please [Verse] Got Chanel up on my body, this that new-new Why you acting so mysterious? This ain't Blue's Clues This bitch is basic, man, she blow a bag at Lou Lou And she begging, she like, "Please just buy me shoe, shoes" Sipping clean, man, that's water In Miami, man, that's Florida Disrespect me and my swag Man, I might just fuck your daughter Keep that check on me at all times This denim, boy, it's (N)ine (N)ine Get that ho off, yeah, bye-bye Young Virgil, it's designed by [Chorus] Fuck a check up, for designer, ho, I'm fiending I ain't with them veggies, boy, but this a green beam Going up with my brothers, this the dream team I ain't sipping on that shit, this ain't lean, please Fuck a check up, for designer, ho, I'm fiending I ain't with them veggies, boy, but this a green beam Going up with my brothers, this the dream team I ain't sipping on that shit, this ain't lean, please

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Credits

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  • star boy
  • Kura