Curse

Hey, check my resumé

(To Bass be the glory)

My dick go hard eight

True facts, ayy ayy

Check my clock, I can't stop

Fuck around, make my 40 pop

No Popcaan, I pop pistols

Revenge my body, clothing no issue

Makes you look sick, you need a tissue

You drop a body, I just might bless you

I'm metrosexual, no high cholesterol

Where Jenny Craig? Bitch let's get sexual

Why the fuck I'd ever lie?

Pussy nigga bet that pistol part of your disguise

I could see it in your eyes

Runnin' from the reaper, fuck I'm not afraid to die

Bitches creepin' on my line

Got my main upset, these hoes I fucked and left behind

Need at least two at a time

Moved to foreign, took it over, lost my fuckin' mind

Instigatin's why I don't trust these bitches

Two-faced and lame ass nigga

Gangbang for fame fake hitta

I ain't never seen squad with ya

I don't need a savior fuck the faith

Cop myself an ounce and work the weight

Seen the Babylon around the way

Who the fuck they catchin'? Not today

Ridin' 'round with sinners, flyin' on a nimbus

Spot a nigga slippin', hold on, roll down the window, yo

Low-key schemin', leave his momma screamin', yo

Curse these demons, Lord-Lord, curse these demons

Hit 'em with the fuckin' tec

Hit 'em where it hurt, nigga make it work

I'ma make her squirt, nigga I do dirt

Nigga I'ma merc, put 'em in the earth

Pay me for the verse, put 'em in a hearse

Gotta finish first, I just did my first

Protect me from my curse

Ay, yo, bitch!

Bitch I put in work, spittin' with a curse

Wouldn't be the first, how much is you worth?

Sell you to a merch, I just wanna fuck

I don't wanna flirt, why your feelings hurt?

Cha cha slide, all in that pussy

How you doin' love? Let's go make a movie

Body lookin' good, when you dress in Gucci

Love the chicken breast, bitin' on your booty

Ridin' 'round with sinners, hm, flyin' on a nimbus

Spot a nigga slippin', hold on, roll down the window, yo

Low-key schemin', hm, leave his momma screamin', yo

Curse these demons, lord-lord, curse these demons

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