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KURT
51
Hip-Hop/Rap
KURT was released on April 8, 2022 by nonsenseofconscience INC. as a part of the album KURT - Single
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Release DateApril 8, 2022
Labelnonsenseofconscience INC.
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM120

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Roger Ramos
Roger Ramos
Songwriter

Lyrics

Ayy, I just dropped a bag in Atlanta
And sent one on off to my Hannah
As of late, I've been down by my bands up
And this cardigan make me look handsome
She like the mohair, I'm feelin' like Kurt
Outta nowhere I came out the dirt
Boy don't go there, it's not your concern
I'll stick the pole where it won't even hurt
Got a bad lil' bitch with a fatty
I say, she gon' shake it for me, make that ass vibrate
Know they hate to see a youngin' get their money so great
Got the old heads talkin' like, back in my day
Like, back in my day, like, back in my- wait
If money do talk and it really do say
It don't ever shut the fuck up even on a test day
Make a teacher say, ahem, I'll wait
Ayy, I just dropped a bag in Atlanta
And sent one on off to my Hannah
As of late, I've been down by my bands up
And this cardigan make me look handsome
She like the mohair, I'm feelin' like Kurt
Outta nowhere I came out the dirt
Boy don't go there, it's not your concern
I'll stick the pole where it won't even hurt
We stay laxed, cause the weed stay packed
I'ma keep this shit a G like the greenbay packs
20 bands to Uncle Sam, that's a mean state tax
I got me a white girl with good BJ stats
Hand her a band and go to T.J. Maxx
Say she hate brands, the receipt say, facts
She stayed that way and was with me way back
Now we never leave the house without at least eight racks
Lil' mama got a pillow butt, shake it like a jello cup
Big mouth on her, I can never tell her nothin
Stella bunts and hella blunts
Ain't a fiend with it, do it with some elegance
Born with a whole lot of heart, now they think that I'm hard
Got my ass whooped in the yard for a Yu-gi-oh card
Ballin in the park, whole complex sketchy, so I came in when it's dark
Lil' boy real smart
Biter, no bark
Friends act tough, I can never play the part
Keeping watch when they spark
See a cop car, book it down the boulevard
One thing Mama I ain't do was raise no narc
Ramen in the cart
Taquitos and the pizza rolls when we livin' large
No food stamps card, left us in the dark
Fucked real hard, we ain't get a head start
No we ain't get a head start
Now I just dropped a bag in Atlanta
And sent one on off to my Hannah
As of late, I've been down by my bands up
And this cardigan make me look handsome
She like the mohair, I'm feelin' like Kurt
Outta nowhere I came out the dirt
Boy don't go there, it's not your concern
I'll stick the pole where it won't even hurt
Ayy, I just dropped a bag in Atlanta
And sent one on off to my Hannah
As of late, I've been down by my bands up
And this cardigan make me look handsome
She like the mohair, I'm feelin' like Kurt
Outta nowhere I came out the dirt
Boy don't go there, it's not your concern
I'll stick the pole where it won't even hurt
Written by: Roger Ramos
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