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Letra : Curb
Yeah, yeah
Number nine jeans (Yeah), ayy, ayy
Baby, please don't lie to me (Me, whoa, whoa), yeah, yeah
Kick her ass to the curb (Curb) I ain't f**king with her (Her) no more
Ayy, ayy, no more (Ayy, no more)
My new b*t*h a model (Whoa), smoking on Gelato (Whoa)
I be counting singles (Okay) in my Valentino's (Blah)
One fifty in a coupe, baby, I don't want you no more (Yeah, yeah)
No more
Yeah, I remember waking up contemplating
Things we had, I can't erase it
Talk your talk, that's cool, you're basic
Please don't talk to me, I'm faded
Face it, every little lie you fed, I tasted
All of my time on you, I wasted, yeah
I don't want you no more
Wait, hold up, I remember drinking leaving, 3 AM, I'm gone
Haven't slept, I'm on the run
I can't stand myself, it's nights like these I try to move along
I've been thinking for too long
I'ma find another brand, then she'll choose to move along, yeah (Bah)
Number nine jeans (Yeah), ayy, ayy
Baby, please don't lie to me (Me, whoa, whoa), yeah, yeah
Kick her ass to the curb (Curb) I ain't f**king with her (Her) no more
Ayy, ayy, no more (Ayy, no more)
My new b*t*h a model (Whoa), smoking on Gelato (Whoa)
I be counting singles (Okay) in my Valentino's (Blah)
One fifty in a coupe, baby, I don't want you no more, ayy, ayy
No more (Bah)
Number nine jeans (Yeah), ayy, ayy
Baby, please don't lie to me (Me, whoa, whoa), yeah, yeah
Kick her ass to the curb (Curb) I ain't f**king with her (Her) no more
Ayy, ayy, no more (Ayy, no more)
My new b*t*h a model (Whoa), smoking on Gelato (Whoa)
I be counting singles (Okay) in my Valentino's (Blah)
One fifty in a coupe, baby, I don't want you no more (Yeah, yeah)
No more
Yeah, I remember waking up contemplating
Things we had, I can't erase it
Talk your talk, that's cool, you're basic
Please don't talk to me, I'm faded
Face it, every little lie you fed, I tasted
All of my time on you, I wasted, yeah
I don't want you no more
Wait, hold up, I remember drinking leaving, 3 AM, I'm gone
Haven't slept, I'm on the run
I can't stand myself, it's nights like these I try to move along
I've been thinking for too long
I'ma find another brand, then she'll choose to move along, yeah (Bah)
Number nine jeans (Yeah), ayy, ayy
Baby, please don't lie to me (Me, whoa, whoa), yeah, yeah
Kick her ass to the curb (Curb) I ain't f**king with her (Her) no more
Ayy, ayy, no more (Ayy, no more)
My new b*t*h a model (Whoa), smoking on Gelato (Whoa)
I be counting singles (Okay) in my Valentino's (Blah)
One fifty in a coupe, baby, I don't want you no more, ayy, ayy
No more (Bah)
