Lyrics:
on the bright side, then you floor the gas pedal
And hit the corner faster, more assertive
Never looking back, may hit the curb
But every day's a new learning
focused on the bright side, then you floor the gas pedal
And hit the corner faster, more assertive
Never looking back, may hit the curb
But every day's
an outlaw for minute though, smokin' out with no shame
Blowin' loud out of my sun roof back in the Sunshine State
But then boys offered that cake so it's
just hit the curb
So get the fuck outta my way buddy you don't wanna walk around the chicken house
With a heart of a puppy dog with Yelawolf
and I'm right back in the blaze of fire,
Breathe, I'll breath and I'm right back in the flames of fire,
I'm right back in the roof of fire,
Then I hit back
to break that bitch like a law
Picked her up at the bus stop (uh), she was soft and smooth (smooth)
Talkin' 'bout what could pop out and hit the roof
Then
Why'all niggas shittin' on my sidewalk
Curb ya dog
You could pay a penalty for that
Yo, sharp swords and rusty knives against dusty nines
You
With no roof on that bitch
I let it flip in the trunk
Like it's gymnastics, I know magic
Caught with the bastards, early gymnastics
I never had a master
me a water
'Cause I'm headin' for the border with
The mother of your daughter!
Chill, baby, I got a new plan
We don't need a roof and, my nigga, you
bitch down
And park it on the curb
And take the girl that im with
And fuck her on a purse, yeah
And that she got the money back
If she don't do what I
Whenever they always appear.
And I sure love the sound of the rain pouring down,
On my carport roof made out of tin,
If there's a flood, then there's gonna
the wheel when I hit the road
If I hop a curb, I might spill a fo’
If I hop a curb, I might spill a fo’
Get some candy paint by the candy shop
Buzzin’ sorta
Getting money my only
Option
Why The roof on the coop
Go topless
My name her favorite topic
I'm Nigga with attitude
Compton
Wait
Wait
I'm nigga with
My candy mansion
Known for pants for my exes out of bandanna
You get kicked to the curb
Getting on my nerve
She had the nerve to tell me curb my
on the roof
And I act the goof, as I pass your bitch to the troop
That's the truth
And it ain't a thing, it's how I do it
And ain't a thing there's nothing
the curb
My 2 heels worn down, that's word
I'm too real to act fake for her
My hands so soft & so is her man
& I got her wet just by doing my dance
I'm
showing fake love
Picture on the wall, yeah, you took it down
Thought I was your fam, damn
Did everything I could, you kicked me to the curb (You kicked me
where I'm at
She got that gat, shoot you in the back
That boy a pussy, cat in a hat
Spinnin' the curb, take off his hat
We do him dirty, come get it back
ain't coming back cause I'm too knee deep
Left my heart all on the curb
They did a street sweep
All them days I tried so hard
They didn't believe me
In
Always had it easy I just made it harder
Had to stop doing that dumb shit and start being smarter
Kicked that liquor to the curb because I won't be
I'm living life short with my cape on
On
Fuck it
Let's go
Waving to the birds
Just so I could get shit on
Waving to the curb
Just so I could get curb
to the curb,
Tryin' to get this mill,
Deep down in Killafornia where they grow good kill,
An my folks,
Be feelin I'm a big 'ol pimp,
They way I post in
And I'mma use that for the
Ooh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
The rest of my life
Ooh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
The rest of my life
Burnt-out, kicked to the curb
So
wooden interiors, Persians in the roof
Shoot (Ruger) Shoot (Ruger)
Verse 2
Hell Rell:
Aw man, Hell Rell, he on the same bullshit again
Same black hoodie,
.JPG "Mike Curb")
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