CURSE YOU (feat. keaton)
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I'm with your girl she calling you extra I'm in her room and I'm makin her chest hurt She say she Spanish so we have fiesta Caught you lacking like man go pull your pant's up Pant's wit no bb's and cash in my pockets so I pull my pant's up Glock with no safety Been pullin' babes lately Money come in so invest in a house with a gateway keep smart I gotta make cash Ain't doin no DoorDash Cash on your head my shooters like DoorDash Pull up to party and it gon turn up fast Smokin my ops ain't doin no real gas Pass me the Ball or the rock I won't drop it Get out the way in my pocket a rocket I drop a song and I know she gon like it Glock with extendo and it hold like fitty Fitty pull up and it gon get sticky blicky Your shooter he going real deep Keeping it real g I got a rhythm so imma keep trapping And keeping it real g Keeping it clean b If you gon pull up to god you go quickly And I drive fast so shortly I'll be there You goin silent like I do not have ears Ayeeeee Verse two Curse you Hate you Get a herse for your friend too Flow come in don't debate it Shots not ever faded Thank god I waited Work till I made it Verse two Curse you Hate you Get a herse for your friend too Flow come in don't debate it Shots not ever faded Thank god I I'm with your girl she callin you extra I'm in her room and I'm makin her chest hurt She say she Spanish so we have fiesta Caught you lacking like man go pull your pant's up Pant's wit no bb and cash in my pockets so I pull my pant's up Glock wit no safety Been pullin babes lately Money come in so I invest in a house with a gateway keep smart I'm with your bitch and that bitch she is choking Nigga think that im joking T'ill he see me and his bitch yeah im stroking Hit that bitch from the back She on my dick cause i brought her a findi bag She mine now nigga You not gone get her back Gang Not a shark but im all in her jaw's Fucking that bitch and im bringing her water She filling up all on my print Im talking bout meat i'm not talking bout pause Slap a nigga with his money He gon see these fucking bands And nigga talking on the gang Yo he gone see these fucking hand's Curse you Verse two Hate you Get a herse for your friend too Flow come in don't debate it Shots not ever faded Thank god I waited Work till I made it Verse two Curse you Hate you Get a herse for your friend too Flow come in don't debate it Shots not ever faded Thank god I
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