Curse
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[XXXTENTACION]

Hey, check my resumé

To Bass be the glory

My ******** go hard eight

True facts, ayy ayy

Check my clock, I can't stop

******** 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 ********ual, no high cholesterol

Where Jenny Craig? ******** let's get ***ual

[Bass Santana]

Why the ******** I'd ever lie?

******** ******** bet that pistol part of your disguise

I could see it in your eyes

Runnin' from the reaper, ******** I'm not afraid to die

******** 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 ********' mind

Instigatin's why I don't trust these ********

Two-faced and lame ass ********

******** 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 ******** 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 ********' tec

Hit 'em where it hurt, ******** make it work

I'ma make her squirt, ******** I do dirt

******** 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]

******** 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 ********

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 ******** slippin', hold on, roll down the window

Low-key schemin', leave his momma screamin'

Curse these demons, lord, curse these d

[XXXTENTACION]

Hey, check my resumé

To Bass be the glory

My ******** go hard eight

True facts, ayy ayy

Check my clock, I can't stop

******** 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 ********ual, no high cholesterol

Where Jenny Craig? ******** let's get ***ual

[Bass Santana]

Why the ******** I'd ever lie?

******** ******** bet that pistol part of your disguise

I could see it in your eyes

Runnin' from the reaper, ******** I'm not afraid to die

******** 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 ********' mind

Instigatin's why I don't trust these ********

Two-faced and lame ass ********

******** 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 ******** 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 ********' tec

Hit 'em where it hurt, ******** make it work

I'ma make her squirt, ******** I do dirt

******** 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]

******** 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 ********

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 ******** slippin', hold on, roll down the window

Low-key schemin', leave his momma screamin'

Curse these demons, lord, curse these d

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