We Don’t Play Kura & Pi'erre Bourne

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[Intro]
Yeah, uh yeah
Yeah, oh yeah
K U R A, yeah, yeah, woah

[Chorus]
We don't play, Sosshouse gang
We get fried, you can't hang
Brand new coupe, chop the (?)
Ride around, look hella paid
Shoppin' all fuckin day
Model hoe, I love the face
These pussies don't show fuckin' shame (Nah, they don't, they don't)
We don't play, Sosshouse gang
We get fried, you can't hang
Brand new coupe, chop the (?)
Ride around, look hella paid
Shoppin' all fuckin day
Model hoe, I love the face
These pussies don't show fuckin' shame (Nah, nah, nah)

[Verse]
I ain't have it, what's crackin? (Crackin')
I'm ballin' like the Magic, yeah
These hoes, ain't shit
So I don't got problems passing (No problems)
My clothes, my jacket
Cost more than what you havin' (For real)
These labels heard my song and they told me I been spazzin' (That's what they said)
Ridin' in this fast Hellcat, I'm on some action shit
Fuck this hoe like one time, I hit her friend, need extra bitches
Boulders in the Rollie, you can that I been heavy wristin'
Shoutout all my guys, scammin', swipin', don't got nun against it

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