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Lil Durk

Genres: Hip-Hop

Durko Krazy Lyrics - Lil Durk

[Chorus] 

I know I ain't worried, I ain't stressin' 'bout no money 

I do shit for niggas and they act like they don't love me 

When I turn my head, be the same niggas slug me 

Love when Steve got it 'cause I know that boy like Curry 

Shoot somethin' 

How you 'round me always broke, don't wanna do nothin'? 

And I watched you sell your pole for like two hundred 

And that's a cluck move 

Plenty nights it was me and you, I was screaming fuck you 

 

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[Verse 1] 

And I grew up 'round them youngins, I said fuck school 

Only me and you was trappin', we had much room 

And I was zoned off them perkies, you off mushrooms 

And I told 'em if they touch you they in trouble 

Ain't no city like Chicago 'cause we home of them gangsters 

Rob everything that move, we was pullin' them capers 

I'm talking dice games 

When bro 'nem opened up the trap, I seen them hypes came 

My two hoes stay with some strap, it's a dyke thing 

Got a hundred on my neck 

Hundred on my wrist, Audemar, no Patek 

Came from the bottom, yeah I felt the neglect 

Juvenile nigga, I was desperate for sex 

 

[Chorus] 

I know I ain't worried, I ain't stressin' 'bout no money 

I do shit for niggas and they act like they don't love me 

When I turn my head, be the same niggas slug me 

Love when Steve got it 'cause I know that boy like Curry 

Shoot somethin' 

How you 'round me always broke, don't wanna do nothin'? 

And I watched you sell your pole for like two hundred 

And that's a cluck move 

Plenty nights it was me and you, I was screaming fuck you 

 

[Verse 2] 

She was VHS, rockin' VVS's 

Steady catchin' blessings, I don't get rejected 

Homicides got worser, body count went up 

Can't ride around regular, car tinted up 

The way this fifty blowin' you would think it was ten of us 

I talked to Lauren and jail call in the Bentley truck 

Heard that rumor I got shot and I got hemmed up 

Even though I'm ten toes, won't give near' fucks 

Hoodie on, skully on, mob Corleone 

And they couldn't find a witness, Vaughn gon' be home 

He ain't wanna keep attendance 'cause his days was long 

Came from nothing, who'd of thought what we'd get paid for shows? 

 

[Chorus] 

I know I ain't worried, I ain't stressin' 'bout no money 

I do shit for niggas and they act like they don't love me 

When I turn my head, be the same niggas slug me 

Love when Steve got it 'cause I know that boy like Curry 

Shoot somethin' 

How you 'round me always broke, don't wanna do nothin'? 

And I watched you sell your pole for like two hundred 

And that's a cluck move 

Plenty nights it was me and you, I was screaming fuck you 

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