denzel curry - wish lyrics
[intro]
he’s heating up
oh d-mn
[chorus: denzel curry]
dreads to the top, gold in my mouth, woah there
hoes by the flock, no, let me stop, woah there
and i keep a glock, nah, it’s a glock .40
hands on a knot, hands on your back, woah there
she gon’ bust it open for a n-gg- in designer
that’s gon’ be the reason why she let you get behind her
you might be the n-gg- that’s gon’ probably wine and dine her
i’ma take her home only usin’ one-liners
[verse 1: denzel curry]
pull up in an alligator truck excursion
bad b-tch on the side of me, half persian
i don’t gotta call, but i got call service
so many chains, make a, ooh, feel nervous
wait, i meant to say my chick from nicaragua
put her on the team ’cause we both makin’ dollars
hit her with the stroke, get her wet like aqua
if she was a bop, i would hit, then i drop her
hang with the bros ’cause you know blood thicker
i miss my vro, so we pour more liquor
and you don’t want smoke, you don’t want no swisher
’cause you don’t want war with a south florida n-gg-
miami-dade on my motherf-cking back
i’m polo’d down to the socks to the n-ts-ck
it’s rip x and rip tree
i’ma do it for my dawg, this for all of my g’s
[chorus: denzel curry]
dreads to the top, gold in my mouth, woah there
hoes by the flock, no, let me stop, woah there
and i keep a glock, nah, it’s a glock .40
hands on a knot, hands on your back, woah there
she gon’ bust it open for a n-gg- in designer
that’s gon’ be the reason why she let you get behind her
you might be the n-gg- that’s gon’ probably wine and dine her
i’ma take her home only usin’ one-liners
[verse 2: kiddo marv]
car stuck, came a long way from bein’ a manager
glocks up with the sticks and the clips lookin’ like banana-na
never pay for p-ssy, these b-tches ain’t gettin’ nothin’
my name alone gon’ make me press on your ho like a b-tton
in my city ridin’ vert to uzi, lil uzi vert
every week another funeral, only time we go to church
runnin’ all these rappers down a check, they wanna splurge it
step up in the scene, so fresh, so clean, like a detergent
quick to cut a p-ssy n-gg- up just like a surgeon
i’ma need a perky ’cause a young n-gg- be hurtin’
slidin’ like a taliban with a turban
pull up all black in a suburban
’cause he ain’t die, so we gotta slide back my grill
pay my young n-gg- to get you whacked for five figures
they gon’ rip him, flip him, cut his -ss up
put him in a box, and ship him, yup
[chorus: denzel curry]
dreads to the top, gold in my mouth, woah there
hoes by the flock, no, let me stop, woah there
and i keep a glock, nah, it’s a glock .40
hands on a knot, hands on your back, woah there
she gon’ bust it open for a n-gg- in designer
that’s gon’ be the reason why she let you get behind her
you might be the n-gg- that’s gon’ probably wine and dine her
i’ma take her home only usin’ one-liners
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