cash out – the curb lyrics
(hook)
there’s some n-gg-rs on the curb
that would bust your head
there’s some n-gg-rs on the curb
really bout that bread
there’s some n-gg-rs on the curb
really sold that blow
there’s some n-gg-rs on the curb
really rode them hoes
the curb (x4)
there’s some n-gg-rs on the curb
that would bust your head
there’s some n-gg-rs on the curb
really bout that bread
(verse 1)
ha, i’m back
but i ain’t love sh-t
in the stash house i left bricks
in the stash house i left cash
and on that track sh-t i left -ss
n-gg- get your bandz up
‘cause them bandz will make her dance
and the bandz is in my pants
and i f-ck with a b-tch from france
she got an air guitar
i got an argon wall
got them bricks, holks
atl baby, i’m a player baby
and you know your hair gotta longer than mine
and you know that you gotta be super fine
do your dance on that d-ck
i strike a pose take a pic
(hook)
there’s some n-gg-rs on the curb
that would bust your head
there’s some n-gg-rs on the curb
really bout that bread
there’s some n-gg-rs on the curb
really sold that blow
there’s some n-gg-rs on the curb
really rode them hoes
the curb (x4)
there’s some n-gg-rs on the curb
that would bust your head
there’s some n-gg-rs on the curb
really bout that bread
i’m about that bread, i’m about that bread
woke up in the morning with your b-tch in my bed
i ain’t scared but f-ck the feds
walk around the city with a brick in my pants
ferarri horses talking bad
them noobies this ain’t mr. edd
if i had long hair i shake my shivs
so many ways that a b-tch could get scared
a million yoga underwear
to bust a couple i cop a pair
necklace full of vvs’s
d-mn that subject, first impression
i’m so cool but i got 3 rules
first no fair hoes in my sh-t
see when i f-ck i use protection
you don’t like it get the stove
many on the curb y’all n-gg- know the work
put the pressure purp and the pound of purple
put you a better boss so your man’s a worker
hating i’m a kid don’t make it worse
put a bunch of holes in a brand new vert
b-tch you know that i was swerving
cell lights in the top of my dunk
don’t let that b-tch look like a t-rd
(hook)
there’s some n-gg-rs on the curb
that would bust your head
there’s some n-gg-rs on the curb
really bout that bread
there’s some n-gg-rs on the curb
really sold that blow
there’s some n-gg-rs on the curb
really rode them hoes
the curb (x4)
there’s some n-gg-rs on the curb
that would bust your head
there’s some n-gg-rs on the curb
really bout that bread
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