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fuck courtney - k koke lyrics

[intro]
f*ck courtney
haha
f*ck courtney
yeah
f*ck courtney
f*ck courtney
alright
it’s koke

[verse 1]
this little d*ckhead wanna talk about beef
like he didn’t just crash his whole car into a tree
like he didn’t have to stick his whole *rs* into his cheek
like there ain’t vids and pics of him lying in the street
this little d*ckhead wanna act like he’s bad
but he was hiding in the bush just before he got stabbed
keep lying in your songs, i don’t even have to brag
you’re a p*ssy and a snitch, anything for a bag
posted up with sam smith, you motherf*cking f*g
batty boy courtney didn’t ride out for brands
batty boy courtney didn’t ride out for jazz
or skrapz when he got his throat dig out in the can
you didn’t k!ll smallz so stop tryna claim it
church road hasn’t been safe since
anyone can get it now, anyone for repping now
f*ck church road and mozart when we stepping out
f*ck fred, f*ck bdk
anyone picking sides might see these strays
pop up like “small world” when he see his mate
if you’re not with the activities then please behave
my little hitta on a mission like gta
pulled up in the megane with the mgk
we don’t talk by law like a nda
you wrote a whole f*cking statement and signed your name
you can’t chat to me darg, you can chat to my darg
i was outside when you weren’t allowed in the park
i was that guy when you was running round kicking ball
don’t tell me ’bout the streets, i already did it all
like how you crash your porsche and get catched by a fraud?
how your darg run and left you bl**dy on the floor?
shoulda bloodied him some more
shoulda turned buddy to a corpse, now buddy wanna talk
when you personally ain’t on sh*t
shots will spin you around and turn nine into a six
you remind me of a b*tch
big wet p*ssy with my d*ck around your lips
keep my name out your mouth or swallow this hollow tip
[interlude]
there’s not a day on god’s green earth you’re gonna send suttin
and i don’t send suttin back, you feel me?
f*ck courtney
f*ck courtney
f*ck courtney

[verse 2]
stop talking all your f*ckery, you don’t wanna buck me
i’m always outside and i’m comfy
i keep heat ’cause man wanna bun me
but you ain’t never let it spark like a jump lead
and i ain’t never been afraid of this dumb neek
p*ssy wan’ talk but he can’t confront me
if i ain’t safe, you definitely ain’t
you can talk all you want like you definitely brave
but when you get caught, you definitely shake
you panic and crash, you definitely fake
how you talking ’bout beef when you was hiding in the bush?
it don’t even make sense, you should stick to selling kush
and someone tell fred keep my name out his mouth
before he has to buy another chain to wear round the house
north west repping, stonebizzy settings
it’s ride or die for my bredrins

[outro]
grab your glocks when you see k koke
call the cops when you see k koke
little d*ckheads putting money on my head
now you haffi call ’em back for the bread
p*ssy, i’m in the cut

- k koke lyrics

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