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the game I will never divorce it 
I pay no split bill 4 courses
The walls talk but I speak morses
They throw shade but I son voices 

I curb 'niggas when

miss the curb

Mean what I say, I stand on it firm
High as hell, was stumbling over my words
Drunk as fuck, I might not miss the curb
I'm cross-faded,

I find myself in the middle of a back street fight
No referee no boxing gloves and only one street light
Curb crawlers, I'm just a back street walker

Tell me what's your life like?
All my bruddas fly birds, we don't fly kites
Really out here on the curb round my sides
Give a fuck about yours, I've

you tryna kick me to the curb (To the curb)
Now you tryna brag saying you was with me first
Tryna put me in the mud tryna put me in the dirt (In

know it’s off the curb, Cause Really that’s just all I know
Niggas know it’s off the curb, Like we ain’t got no parking spot
Niggas know it’s off

Yeah
Ya ya ya ya
What, yeah
Yeah yeah
Shawty work
Get on my nerves
She’s in my head I need to kick her to the curb
What you worth
Feelings hurt
I

hussle for the gwop
Then I pull up to the curb, and drop my top

The roof, missing, my diamonds glisten 
If you ain't talking money pimpin' I don't even

Old bitches curve need new hoes word
Wifey irk my nerves 
Made me hit her with the swerve
Started from the curb 
Bout my bread like them birds
From

Call me Lowtow 
3 2 1 I'm going loco 
Face reveal turns out I'm momo
Now yo family a no go
Hung yo mama like a yoyo
Curb stomp her like I'm a pogo

Pull up on your block
With that glock we gone shoot it out
Fuck talk it out
Choppa make a nigga walk it out
Pull up on your curb imma swerve
Cause im

you can kick it to the curb
To the curb to the curb to the curb curb curb curb

Washing my hands I'm feeling clean clean clean
Washing my hands I'm

to take over by force
Henceforth I hit the notebook with no thought of remorse
The Chico Hillside Strangler on the loose
I put the teeth to the curb

on the road (Alone)
I don't even know what time I'm on
I'm on the road (Alone)
Last nigga that tried
Left a nigga brains right on the curb

I'm on da road

alot
These niggas be lames and ops
Shorty trippen kicked her to the curb
Im fly as shit man i feel lika bird
No marion but you got served
Hit my phone if you

And the curb caught my tears that were meant for you
So I hopped off the porch hit the studio
And you know I'm tryna cop a Porsche it's cool you know

[Hook]
Swerve, swerve, causin’ me to swerve
Put your blinkers on ‘fore you end up in the curb
Swerve, causin’ me to swerve
Put your phone down ‘fore

on

I said oh it's the things we do
Just to curb our bad attitude yeah
I said oh it's the things we do
Just to curb our bad attitude yeah

I said it's

to the curb, she obnoxious
Imma get us all out the hood, on my mama
You ever met a nigga like me, I doubt it
When I'm on phone to order jacks, I'm proper
Had

Face beat, she's with coming The bros nigga
They smash then they kick Her to the curb nigga
Damnn then they kick her to Curb nigga
They kick her

Would you pick up if I called you? I just wanna dial your number
Leave me on the curb like the rest do Leave me on the curb like the rest do
But I

when I was fonkin' up traffic
You done fucked up, now the curb bender back at it
Pure lyricism mixed with wit, sheer precision
Arythimitic , my mind took

Aye, phone on do not disturb
Don’t wanna talk I don’t know what you heard
Ain't hit her back she got kicked to the curb
Trap phone was tucked I was

One foot off the curb, two steps, I'm a bird
On the count of three, I'll be far away from here
One shoe on the road, I'm in automatic mode
And you're