curt@!n$ - g.o.d. pt iii lyrics
one two… as we proceed… yeah… uh… curt@!n$…
[curt@!n$]
i’m heading back to earth in the morning
them seas ain’t safe out there and that’s a warning
riding around town with a he-rs- and a coffin
chopping off heads and i’m selling it for auction
gone once, gone twice, roll a blunt, throw the dice
take your b-tch, dolemite, n-ggas know i’m cold as ice
call me dope artist, how i do it n-gga
play bishop all you want, i’m gq-ing, n-ggas
in the school of hard knocks you was bueller n-gga
i’m a gold world, fat-laced puma n-gga
i run around town with a crew of n-ggas
couple of ballers, and a couple of shooting n-ggas
call my team arenas…
new beamers… few divas
it’s not uncommon to pull a serena
my charm got a thong feeling like its katrina
so respect the vision yo
backpack rapper but my sh-t fizzbin ho
i got a little complex since yay said that
little thing up in the complex that turn me to a monster
black dior jeans, create free world tee’s
getting faded like prp
pop bottles like everyday is new years eve
b-tch i am all l-st and we all skeet
sn-tch chains, monopolize like we wall street
leave nothing on you like b.o.b
shots ring left from death like lyor c
waking up in cold sweat this might be your dreams
n-gga
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