Lyrics:
Before I get curried away Close my eyes to lay Prepare to live is Preparing to go away Before I get curried away Close my eyes to lay Prepare to live
like thirty shots (boom), bitch, I'm curried up (nice) I got plenty thots, I got many thugs (what?) Took so many losses, I got plenty dubs (nice)
He was 16 a niqqar curried bloodie I got a murder on my chest , and death took my real hommie I am left alone in this trap shit but I got to stay up
you in the back when you run away Ricky imma catch you Treat my nina like a bitch I don't want imma dump her Clip curried up, you know I'm 'bout to hit
curried Big bitch love a skinny nigga Skinny nigga make the bitch feel slimmer Dick so long got it tickling her liver Hit the right spot, now she squirting
curried up You need the pack then send me your location I got shooters with no education Pack or Xanny baby, im debatin These niggas dont want smoke, dont
a snack Pull up I won't push the gas Time to fly I be feeling fly Stealing fans hearts they ain't stealing mine Feel hot on a roll like a curried dish
this canik hold like 30 rounds Splashing Stephen Curried out I turned that ounce into a pound I blew up off of word of mouth Turnt up I can't turn it
I've eaten many strange and scrumptious dishes in my time Like jellied bugs and curried slugs and earwigs cooked in slime And mice with rice is very
suppers up. Curried goat in a paper cup. Forks of plastic, knives of tin: who cares what state the goat is in. Someone with the gift of song Has
whom I met. I've eaten them raw, in their holiday suits; I've eaten them curried with rice; I've eaten them baked, in their jackets and boots,
I've eaten many strange and scrumptious dishes in my time Like jellied bugs and curried slugs and earwigs cooked in slime And mice with rice is
touch Are the remnants of my body To vultures under a steaming sun A funeral in perfect weather A curried soul survive the feast The ox has been my
sheets, crumbling thoughts Parting legs, curried eggs The meal we had was very bad Too much Yin and not enough Yang Lost my plec, bloody heck Who's
like soul food, bro curried falafel, barbecued tofu no fish though, no candy bars, no cigarettes only ganja and fresh-squeezed juice from oranges
routine. Filing piling on his desk all day In and out from tray to endless tray; Tea and biscuits secretary's legs Luncheon daydreams over curried eggs. Yes
every note Both of our heads boppin' while we eatin' curried goat and he say "Hey mon, pass that motherfucker this way mon" I'm blowed, he blowed, we
Laughing stock, who told the joke and laughed? 'Cause you're getting poked Curried goat, you know I'm the GOAT This is my cannibal flow We all make
Owned my own shadow since I was born I've been broke but I've never been poor I've curried favours they cloud my view But I've been lost by the loss
You know how it go they rather see us buried and low Instead I excelled since I curried the flow...
a roll-on They don't want model planes They don't want curried beef and rice Just Adidas is what they want! Today's youth don't want Erica Young They don't
I got sick Beyond repair In a hurry curried favour with a negative glare She knocked all balls all out the fucking park Some score six or four but
mexiletine My heart beat is faster He said it would help but it curried disaster Now I’m on the verge of insanity nigga I marinate deep in ya laughter I feel
til the cake start caking I need dough like my job was a baker Buns in the oven if she doesn’t quit playing Brown curried women, add cinnamon
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