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curtis williams – i might lyrics

[hook: curtis williams]
i might go ice out my wrist
i might go cop me a whip
i might just f-ck and then dip
might take the ho on a trip
she f-ck a n-gg- when i wanna
countin’ up in a hummer
n-gg-s know we run the summer
countin’ up straight hundreds

[verse 1: curtis williams]
countin’ up commas
them hundreds, no dollars
my b-tch from bahamas
i f-ck her, don’t call her
boss logo, no prada
i been feeling like i been that n-gg-
bedroom, got some foreign women
she don’t even smoke but she still twisting
i’ma go ghost when i hit it
she do the most and she b-tchin’
i keep a ho in the kitchen
she cook and clean and do the dishes
n-gg-s plottin’ on my riches
n-gg-s know i’m really in it
i got n-gg-s and they with it
all of your n-gg-s is b-tches
see me out and never say shit
face card good, i never paid shit
got a london chick, la chick
got a chick in miami, i got a bay chick
they gon’ f-ck with me when i say so
plus they keep me blunted
she gon’ f-ck with me when i say so
cause i keep it 100

[verse 2: og maco]
i might go ice out my wrist
oh shit, i already done it
i’ma go get me some gas
oh shit i’m already blunted
n-gg- might need a movie check
godd-mn, i did all this stunting
time for countin’ new hundreds
i just got some rick on me
i just got your b-tch on me
i don’t even know her name homie
f-ck the b-tch, you can have her
i just want to get the cabbage
i been eating all my veggies
i heard you n-gg-s want beef
i hope the f-ck n-gg-s ready
i been cooking with that mac-11
i been cooking n-gg-s with the mac-10
i just pulled your b-tch again, godd-mn
in my phone, put that b-tch on private
hit your b-tch, hit her friend, oh my god i’m wyling

[verse 3: eearz]
clip finger, risk taker
slanging off the bannisters with no manners
i been on the gas all day, fill me up, gotta pedal ’em
shit so strong and my b-tch so grown
disregard every room we’re dismantling
we done got your spot hyped
young n-gg- all in the spotlight
i just might ball on ’em like knight
fill the cups all up with ice
move you to the sub for the right price
read up on my stomach, said thug life
og danco, p-ss the bud right here
i might get geeked in this b-tch
i’ma stick right to the script
i’ma stay true, never switch
bust out molars and shit
i might just flood out my lip
here’s to the street

- curtis williams lyrics

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