| True facts
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| Ay-ay
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| Check my clock
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| I can’t stop (ay)
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| Fuck around
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| Make my .40 pop (ay)
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| No Popcaan
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| I pop pistols (no)
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| Revenge my body
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| Clothing no issue (oh)
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| Bitch you look sick
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| You need a tissue
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| You drop a body
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| I just might bless you (ay)
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| I’m metro-sexual
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| No high cholesterol (whoa)
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| Where Jenny Craig? |
| (whoa)
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| Bitch, let’s get sexual (whoa)
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| Why the fuck I’d ever lie?
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| Pussy nigga, bet that pistol part of your disguise (yeah)
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| I can see it in your eyes
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| Runnin' from the reaper, fuck I’m not afraid to die
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| Bitches creepin' on my line
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| Got my main upset, these hoes I fucked and left behind
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| Need at least two at a time
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| Moved to foreign, took it over, lost my fuckin' mind
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| Instigatin’s why I don’t trust these bitches
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| Two-faced and lame-ass nigga
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| Gangbang for fame, fake hitta
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| I ain’t never seen squad witchya
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| I don’t need a savior, fuck the faith
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| Copped myself a ounce and worked away
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| Seen the Babylon around the way
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| Who the fuck they catchin'? |
| Not today
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| Ridin' round with sinners, (yeah) mmh
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| Flyin' on a Nimbus (yeah)
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| Spot a nigga slippin', hold on
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| Roll down the window, (ah) yuh
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| Low-key schemin', (yeah) mmh
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| Leave his momma screamin', (yeah) yuh
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| Curse these demons, Lord
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| Curse these demons (ah)
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| Chase 'em with the fuckin' tec
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| Hit 'em where it hurt
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| Nigga, make it work
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| I’ma make it squirt
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| Nigga, I do dirt
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| Nigga, I’ma merc
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| Put 'em in the earth
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| Pay me for the verse
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| Put 'em in a hearse
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| Gotta finish first
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| I just did my first
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| Protect me from my curse
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| Ay, yuh, bitch!
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| Bitch, I put in work
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| Spittin' with a curse
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| Wouldn’t be the first
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| How much is you worth?
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| Sell you tour merch
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| I just wanna fuck
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| I don’t wanna flirt
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| Why your feelings hurt?
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| Cha-cha slide, all in that pussy
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| How you doin' love? |
| Let’s go make a movie
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| Body lookin' good when you dressed in Gucci
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| Love the chicken breast, bitin' on your booty
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| Ridin' round with sinners, mmh
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| Flyin' on a Nimbus
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| Spot a nigga slippin', hold on
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| Roll down the window, yuh
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| Low-key schemin', mmh
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| Leave his momma screamin', yuh
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| Curse these demons, Lord
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| Curse these demons
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| Lit |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Curse, artist - Bass Santana. Album song Members Only, Vol. 3, in the genre Соул