Lyrics to Curse (feat. XXXTENTACION, Coolie Cut & Kin$oul)
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[Intro: XXXTENTACION]
Hey check my resume
To bass be the glory
My dick go hard, A
True facts, ayy ayy[Verse 1: XXXTENTACION]
Check my clock, I can't stop
Fuck around, make my 40 pop
No popcorn, I pop pistols
Revenge my body, clothing no issue
Makes you look sick, you need a tissue
You drop a body, I just might bless you
I met [?], no high cholesterol
Where Jenny Craig? Bitch let's get sexual
[Verse 2: ]
Why the fuck I'd ever lie?
Pussy nigga bet that pistol party of the skies
I could see it in your eyes
Runnin' from the reaper, fuck I'm not afraid to die
Bitches creepin' on my line
Got my main upset, these hos I fucked and left behind
Need at least two at a time
[?] foreign, took it over, lost my fuckin' mind
Instigatin's why I don't trust these bitch
Two-faced and lame ass nigga
Gangbang for fame fake hitta
I ain't never seen squad wit' ya
I don't need to save ya fuck the [?]
Caught myself an ounce and worth the wait
Seen the Bobby lyin' around the way
Who the fuck they catchin'? Not today
[Chorus: ]
Ridin' 'round with sinnas, flyin' on the nimbas
Spider niggas slippin', hold on, roll down the window
Low-key schemin', leave his momma screamin'
Curse these demons, lord, curse these demons[Verse 3: Kin$oul]
Hit you with the fuckin' tac
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[Verse 4: ]
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
God you lookin' good, [?] you dressed in Gucci
Love the chicken breast, bitin' on yo' booty[Chorus: ]
Ridin' 'round with sinnas, flyin' on the nimbas
Spider niggas slippin', hold on, roll down the window
Low-key schemin', leave his momma screamin'
Curse these demons, lord, curse these demons
Song Discussions is protected by U.S. Patent 9401941. Other patents pending.
Hey check my resume
To bass be the glory
My dick go hard, A
True facts, ayy ayy[Verse 1: XXXTENTACION]
Check my clock, I can't stop
Fuck around, make my 40 pop
No popcorn, 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 met [?], no high cholesterol
Where Jenny Craig? Bitch let's get sexual
[Verse 2: ]
Why the fuck I'd ever lie?
Pussy nigga bet that pistol party of the skies
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 hos I fucked and left behind
Need at least two at a time
[?] foreign, took it over, lost my fuckin' mind
Instigatin's why I don't trust these bitch
Two-faced and lame ass nigga
Gangbang for fame fake hitta
I ain't never seen squad wit' ya
I don't need to save ya fuck the [?]
Caught myself an ounce and worth the wait
Seen the Bobby lyin' around the way
Who the fuck they catchin'? Not today
[Chorus: ]
Ridin' 'round with sinnas, flyin' on the nimbas
Spider niggas slippin', hold on, roll down the window
Low-key schemin', leave his momma screamin'
Curse these demons, lord, curse these demons[Verse 3: Kin$oul]
Hit you with the fuckin' tac
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[Verse 4: ]
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
God you lookin' good, [?] you dressed in Gucci
Love the chicken breast, bitin' on yo' booty[Chorus: ]
Ridin' 'round with sinnas, flyin' on the nimbas
Spider niggas slippin', hold on, roll down the window
Low-key schemin', leave his momma screamin'
Curse these demons, lord, curse these demons
Song Discussions is protected by U.S. Patent 9401941. Other patents pending.