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