Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Curve, artist - Termanology. Album song More Politics, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 17.11.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Show Off, ST
Song language: English
The Curve |
Hopefully, I’m moving on |
Resigning to chill |
We’ve been dealing with some things |
The reason, the reason goes particular, ideas are so important to me |
Yo, clip so long you got a curve |
Right out my mama back hall they got served |
Still spitting small heads when we copping 'burbs |
I got shot, ate the bullets, they was hors d’oeuvres |
I only want it if it’s wrapped up |
The bullets hit his body like a mac truck |
The blue money in the safe stacked up |
Gold cuffs on the Ferragamo belt, mac tucked |
Ayo, throwing up red sticks, why you niggas starving |
Billy hatchback, the prince just saw a nigga balling |
Uh, I throw the yay-o on the scale |
Rock it and then, get rid of it like McHale |
The O.G., white as hell, nigga smell! |
12 gold slugs mad Chanel (uhu) |
Shoot outs in broad day, baby |
100K shipped from Haiti |
North Face, fuck a mink |
Northside, tuck ya link |
Bitch you better bring me a bottle, cuz motha fuck a drink |
My scale fiends for that hundred grams |
Kidnap ya lil queen for that 100 bands |
Have her doing acrobatics in the trunk |
Her lil heart beat boxing, every time we hit a bump |
I’m a savage, I’ll shoot the fucking cabbage off of a Trump |
In a Bill Clinton shirt, rocks crackling in the blunt |
Too much rust on the hammer gotta wear gloves |
Shaved knuckles and hands, about to kill the plug |
Tried to trade in my guns but I was still in love |
I’m young Vito, runnin' numbers and stealing rugs |
Half a brick on the table in all dubs |
My hands all stiff from the razor and all numb |
My click them boriqua cats that stab thugs |
My whole team Cypress Hill fans, we blast Muggs |