Curbside (feat. Keoni!)

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Mobby Rosas

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Aye pour me up another cup fool
You already know where we headed with this one
We curbside with it

We curbside serving
So much working that my wrist start hurting
Smokers yelling curses on a sick one heard 'em
Getting money now so our stomachs ain't hurting
Hella icy from this curbside serving
So much working that my wrist start hurting
Smokers yelling curses on a sick one heard 'em
Getting money now so our stomachs ain't hurting
Hella icy from this curbside serving

When I walk in yeah they jaws drop
You can't stop me you a mall cop
You in a money drought I got more crops
We just brought the pack we need more thots
Yeah, yeah uh yeah I really said it uh
Brodie talking shit you a bitch quick to spread it uh
Cop a new fit hella clean like a wedding uh
Pussy real wet in the water i'm treading
On the beats I shred 'em
Spitting hot shit little boy like venom
You's a dumb one boy you on the spectrum
Foreign shorty speak Spanish but she from Belgium
Yeah young Keoni! getting high
Lifted off moon rocks really in the sky
Yeah, and you know I never lie
She said "where you at?" told her slide to curbside

Shorty you know you want to slide to curbside
Slide to curbside mother fuckers
Why you playing just slide

We curbside serving
So much working that my wrist start hurting
Smokers yelling curses on a sick one heard 'em
Getting money now so our stomachs ain't hurting
Hella icy from this curbside serving
So much working that my wrist start hurting
Smokers yelling curses on a sick one heard 'em
Getting money now so our stomachs ain't hurting
Hella icy from this curbside serving

Brr, Brr, I feel like Gucci all of this ice cream
Customers around the block trying to buy things
Song with the basedgod it sound like a pipe dream
Generational curse life exciting
Hipster girl you ain't a witch stop lying
Hijo de Santero, you can't surprise me
He got a 30 stick so I hit him with 90
Check my reviews I got all five stars
Ya click slide through I hit all five cars
Dummy shots in the chop that I call my guard
And my Dickies hella fat like its '05 dog
Dad hat I'm a dad and my knuckles read Berkeley
That's not a fad I got muscle in Berkeley
Lived in hella hoods but my muzzle breath Berkeley
Punch you in the face now you tussled with Berkeley

Aye Aye Aye you know what it is
Coming to you live from the B to the C side feel me
West to south Berkeley to the lake, keep it lit bitch

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