Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Curious , by - Molly Brazy. Release date: 01.03.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Curious |
| Who you think you foolin'? |
| Not us |
| You better show us some money or somethin' |
| Not in them pics, I know that’s your brothers |
| I know that you broke, if you like it, I love it |
| Count contagious, broke two calculators |
| But I can still solve an equation, you bitches is basic |
| I’m startin' to run out of patience |
| I’m startin' to run out of pages |
| Don’t copy my swag |
| I know I’m drippin' in sauce |
| We know who really a boss |
| My feelings got lost |
| Probably the day I got crossed |
| Or probably the day that I walked |
| Fuck all the talk |
| Bitches on Twitter, get off |
| Pull up and show me you raw |
| Show me your heart |
| Show me you swimmin' with sharks or you gon' be swimmin' with sharks (Bitch) |
| I’m from the Scud, I’m serious (Uh-huh) |
| Who you gon' scud? |
| I’m curious (Who?) |
| You cannot fuck with me period (Uh) |
| I think my shoes on they period (Period) |
| Bitches be quoting my lyrics (My lyrics) |
| Then tryna act like they ain’t hear it, huh |
| My Off is whiter than Britney |
| Like I dropped my shit in some cereal |
| I’m in the crib hearin' spirits |
| No LOL, I’m serious |
| These hoes watch my Twitter |
| When they don’t even watch they own children |
| We don’t show pistols, we carry 'em |
| No, we don’t just tote 'em, we use 'em |
| I told my brothers to bury 'em |
| He smokin' shit like it’s hookah |
| He smokin' shit like it’s Cookie |
| Think a pipe broke in my pussy |
| My shit is so wet, I bought me a TEC 'cause he tryna hide in my bushes |
| Tell the feds keep it pushin' |
| I don’t know nothin', I’m solid |
| You make him come out his pants |
| But I make him come out his pockets |
| I’m tryna run up these commas, they tryna cause a distraction |
| I had to get out the D 'cause I got a plug out in Cali |
| I got a plug out in Dallas, we bomin' back with fours |
| We runnin' through it like Forrest, they tryna kick it, Chuck Norris |
| I’m breakin' bread with the wolves, I’m eatin' supper with lions |
| This where the lawyer get hired, 'cause this where the jeweler retire |
| I had to get me some diamonds, they takin' cover, who shootin'? |
| I spend the guap, Gucci, this shit Emilio Pucci |
| I had to get me some PJs, I did this shit in my PJs |
| In here stretchin', Elay, y’all niggas funny, Deray |
| My location GA, blow out your candles, B-day |
| Get your life erased, tell all your friends, PA |
| Public announcement, wrist like a fountain |
| Bitches be followin', I come around |
| Get 'em a wig, these bitches is clowns |
| Took everything, these bitches is grounded |
| I don’t need friends, just an accountant |
| Money in mountains, look at the counter |
| I gotta pat bitches down like a bouncer |
| I gotta pat niggas down like a, woo |
| Think with your head or give me your head |
| We back to back, but we still ahead |
| We still ahead, that’s facts |
| They tryna beat, that’s wack |
| Drum on the chop, just ask |
| Whoever I’m with, that’s Jas |
| And we from the Scud, I’m serious |
| Who you gon' scud? |
| I’m curious |
| Who you think you foolin'? |
| Not us |
| You better show us some money or somethin' |
| Not in them pics, I know that’s your brothers |
| I know that you broke, if you like it, I love it |
| Count contagious, broke two calculators |
| But I can still solve an equation, you bitches is basic |
| I’m startin' to run out of patience |
| I’m startin' to run out of pages |
| Don’t copy my swag |
| I know I’m drippin' in sauce |
| We know who really a boss |
| My feelings got lost |
| Probably the day I got crossed |
| Or probably the day that I walked |
| Fuck all the talk |
| Bitches on Twitter, get off |
| Pull up and show me you raw |
| Show me your heart |
| Show me you swimmin' with sharks or you gon' be swimmin' with sharks (Bitch) |