Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Curve, artist - Cam'Ron. Album song Crime Pays, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 11.05.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Killa Entertainment
Song language: English
Curve |
Now I told shorty to curve! |
She like curve? |
I’m like curve! |
She like what that mean? |
I’m like that mean get away from me. |
Ya breath stink |
you heard of TicTacs? |
Curve man get outta here. |
If Big Pun was alive, he’d tell you, 'Go that way. |
' Curve! |
From Ecuador, extra raw |
Repertoire, like the reservoir |
Few Beretta scars, get ya neck ajar |
Respect it Pa, don’t believe, better call |
I need a fr-fr-fre freak, I mean a tramp ma |
And my dick you can lick like a stamp ugh |
And ya back you can arch like a ramp ma |
Get a helmet you about to get rammed hard |
I’m Rambo, Commando, Camacho |
Ya disappear, Vamanos, Vato |
Got doe, Gwap ho, Shots go |
Ratt ratt taat how could he not know |
Louie socks though, you can see the logo |
And I chop blow blow no homo |
Shoot out in the woods no po-po |
He wired, the deal a no go yo |
I get dough though, he a no show |
I’m so high high in the low low |
I ain’t gotta address but yo I gotta get dressed |
Come watch a mobster get fresh |
Lennon and ostrich on deck |
I kno ya’ll wish that them shots would’ve shot me to death but Death becomes me, |
you a mummy |
I’m out of ur flesh dummy money bustin outta my socks and my sweats |
Get cash but a lot of my gwaps in a check |
That’s my word, if homie actin absurd and he sort of like a bird, |
then tell tha dude to curveee |
Girls too, if she gettin on ya nerves and she got a lot of nerve then tell the |
girl to curveee |
Curve nigga, no curve trick |
Curve nigga, no curve trick |
Curve nigga, no curve trick |
Curve nigga, no curve trick |
Yo, Damn Cam why they startin wars? |
Boston Garden kitchen, parquet floors |
Little pimps, watch them whores |
Slide em to the crib, right inside her ribs |
Right outside her ribs, right inside her chips |
Please stop watchin me |
Look, diamonds around her wrist, house behind the cliffs |
Left her equivalent, to 600 dimes of piff |
Off the winner menu, I’m from a different venue |
These nike’s??, don’t ask, discontinued |
Must this continue, one clip will end you |
Please stop watchin me |
I can’t front baby girl I’m something to watch |
I ask you one thing girl, you comin or not |
I make sugar melt, you don’t need killa help |
My doors are suicide, bitch go kill ya self |
Since ya feel ya self, nine mill will steal ya health |
Please stop watchin me |
I kno a lot of ya’ll hatin wanna clap me still |
Listen good, I don’t care how you actually feel |
Cause I’m actually real, for real wrapped in steal |
And the roof open up like a happy meal |
Get a steel grip, you won’t feel shit |
We move single file like we on a field trip |
Get ya permisson slip, can you vision it |
Empty the gun son, put in a different clip |
That’s my word if homie actin absurd and he sorta like a bird, then tell tha |
dude to curveee |
Girls too, if she gettin on ya nerves and she got a lot of nerve then tell the |
girl to curveee |
Curve nigga, no curve trick |
Curve nigga, no curve trick |
Curve nigga, no curve trick |
Curve nigga, no curve trick |