CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : Curse (RE-UPLOADED LYRICS)

Hey, check my resumé
T-t-to Bass be the glory
My d**k go hard, eight (Oy, oy)
True facts, ayy, ayy (Class of 2017, f**k n***as)

Check my clock, I can't stop (Ayy)
f**k around, make my .40 pop (Ayy)
No Popcaans, I pop pistols (Yeah!)
Revenge my body, clothing no issue (Ah!)
b*t*h you look sick, you need a tissue
You drop a body, I just might bless you (Ayy!)
I'm metro-sexual, no high cholesterol (Yeah!)
Where Jenny Craig? b*t*h, let's get sexual (Yeah, yeah!)

Why the f**k I'd ever lie?
pu**y n***a bet that pistol part of your disguise (Yeah!)
I could see it in your eyes
Runnin' from the reaper, f**k I'm not afraid to die
b*t*hes creepin' on my line
Got my main upset, these hoes I f**ked and left behind
Need at least two at a time
Moved to foreign, took it over, lost my f**kin' mind
Instigatin's why I don't trust these b*t*hes
Two-faced and lame ass n***a
Gangbang for fame fake hitta
I ain't never seen squad wit' ya
I don't need a savior, f**k the faith
Cop myself an ounce and work the weight
Seen the Babylon around the way
Who the f**k they catchin'? Not today