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Curse (feat. XXXTENTACION, Coolie Cut & Kin$oul)
Bass Santana
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[XXXTENTACION] Hey, check my resumé To Bass be the glory My b*****s go hard eight True facts, ayy ayy Check my clock, I can't stop ****ing around, make my 40 pop No Popcaan, I pop pistols Revenge my body, clothing no issue Makes you look sick, you need a tissue You drop a body, I just might bless you I'm bisexual, no high cholesterol Where Jenny Craig? **** let's get sexual [Bass Santana] Why the **** I'd ever lie? B***h ass niggas bet that pistol part of your disguise I could see it in your eyes Runnin' from the reaper, b***h I'm not afraid to die B*****s creepin' on my line Got my main upset, these hoes I **** and left behind Need at least two at a time Moved to foreign, took it over, lost my ****ing mind Instigatin's why I don't trust these b*****s Two-faced and lame ass b*****s ****ing for fame fake hitta I ain't never seen squad wit' ya I don't need a savior **** the faith Cop myself an ounce and work the weight Seen the Babylon around the way Who the **** they catchin'? Not today Ridin' 'round with sinners, flyin' on a nimbus Spot a b***h slippin', hold on, roll down the window Low-key schemin', leave his momma screamin' Curse these demons, lord, curse these demons [Coolie Cut] Hit 'em with the ****ing tec Hit 'em where it hurt, b***h make it work I'ma make her s****t, b***h I do dirt B***h I'ma merc, put 'em in the earth Pay me for the verse, put 'em in a hearse Gotta finish first, I just did my first Protect me from my curse [Kin$oul] B***h I put in work, spittin' with a curse Wouldn't be the first, how much is you worth? Sell you to a merch, I just wanna **** I don't wanna flirt, why your feelings hurt? Cha cha slide, all in that p***y How you doin' love? Let's go make a movie Body lookin' good, when you dress in Gucci Love the chicken breast, bitin' on yo' booty [Bass Santana] Ridin' 'round with sinners, flyin' on a nimbus Spot a b***h slippin', hold on, roll down the window Low-key schemin', leave his momma screamin' Curse these demons, lord, curse these demons
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