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Curse
Bass Santana XXXTENTACION cooliecut Kin$oul
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Hey, check my resumรฉ
(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
Lick
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