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ggot curt - tweaker remix lyrics

[intro]
b+tch i might swerve, bend that corner, then i blow
ay’ boom, bow (brrgh) i hit that boy up in his sh+t, he should’ve known
ay’ why you out here doin’ this hissin’?
b+tch you better check ya own
you know we known for all that hittin’, ain’t no missin’, get ya gone
i f+cked that b+tch just like i’m ray j, she be kim k. on the phone
mane err+time it come to payday, mane that b+tch won’t leave me ‘lone
i knew li’ mama ass was cray cray, that’s the sh+t that she be on
don’t give no f+ck ‘bout what you say mane
that b+tch tweakin’, that sh+t wrong
smoke one

[verse 1]
i’m in that bag, in that zone, b+tch lets blow one (blow onе)
yeah, you be talkin’ ‘bout what you on, b+tch lets roll onе
i told my b+tch go get that glock up out that bag, it’s time to roll son
i know that n+gga better stay just where he at and drop that lo’ son
yeah, she be drankin’ on that cognac
(mane that ho’ be on that dope)
ay’ mane without it she can’t run yet
(she need that dope up in her soul)
ay’ b+tch don’t tell me put my gun back
i’ma take that li’ boy head off cause he think this sh+t be funny
get that boy, we finna’ holla at ‘em
you know i’m in this b+tch, we send that blocka at ‘em
for all that sh+t he talk, that ptr u’ll send that rocka at ‘em
i’ma sit back, hit my drank all while my n+ggas send that hawka at ‘em
or wit’ a f+ckin’ tonka truck, we get that boy then we run over at ‘em
lets get a toe tag
and put that b+tch up on that boy and now his f+ckin’ bro mad
now he talkin’ ‘bout he wan’ go report it
like they gon’ f+ckin’ blow back
i got my f+ckin’ l!ck back on that n+gga ho’
his ho’ mad
ain’t tryna’ play them f+ckin’ games
she laughed, but i ain’t joke back
i f+cked that b+tch when i ain’t have sh+t
so she drove back (drove back)
she talkin’ ‘bout she like when i’m in that mode, my mode back
you know i keep me a li’ bad sh+t in my ho’ bag
she talkin’ ‘bout she don’t like my ho’s, she want me
it’s gon’ get better, b+tch
you best just write a f+ckin’ letter, gon’ and settle, b+tch
i chop that boy up wit’ this muhf+ckin’ beretta, b+tch
i’m a f+ckin’ trend setter, yeah
i be that f+ckin’ trend hitta, yeah
b+tch i’m a mothaf+ckin’ hitta, yeah
[chorus]
b+tch i might swerve, bend that corner, then i blow
ay’ boom, bow  i hit that boy up in his sh+t, he should’ve known (uh+uh+uh)
ay’ why you out here doin’ this hissin’?
b+tch you better check ya own
you know we known for all that hittin’, ain’t no missin’, get ya gone
i f+cked that b+tch just like i’m ray j, she be kim k. on the phone
mane err+time it come to payday, mane that b+tch won’t leave me ‘lone
i knew li’ mama ass was cray cray, that’s the sh+t that she be on
don’t give no f+ck ‘bout what you say mane
that b+tch tweakin’, that sh+t wrong
smoke one

[verse 2]
i heard that n+gga say he tossed some
mane lets get up on that b+tch, he f+ckin’ runnin’
boom, bow, now he stumblin’ (yeah)
that boy was talkin’ all that p+ssy sh+t, b+tch now he f+ckin’ fumblin’
mane i can’t let these p+ssy n+ggas stop me gettin’ to that money
mane i can’t let these p+ssy n+ggas stop me gettin’ to that munyun
i f+cked that n+gga ho’ so good, she was cryin’ like some onions
when+when+when i’m wit’ that b+tch
i’m tryna’ have some f+ckin’ fun+yun
when+when i’m wit’ that cl!ck
we tryna’ get up on that gunnin’  i know that ho’ in that hole tryna’ play me like a dummy
i know that ho’ in that mode
i ain’t mothaf+ckin’ stuntin’
i up that pole, then i blow
right at his mothaf+ckin’ stomach
i know that n+gga, he a b+tch, yeah
he should’ve seen it comin’
know i be big ggot, b+tch i can’t do wit’ all that bummin’
you talkin’ ‘bout curt?
know that be me, b+tch i turnt nothin’ into somethin’
b+tch, boom, bow bow
grrgh, b+tch you hear that rumblin’?
that’s what you hear when we be out there
b+tch you know we f+ckin’ huntin’, gang
[chorus]
b+tch i might swerve, bend that corner, then i blow
ay’ boom, bow  i hit that boy up in his sh+t, he should’ve known
ay’ why you out here doin’ this hissin’?
b+tch you better check ya own
you know we known for all that hittin’, ain’t no missin’, get ya gone
i f+cked that b+tch just like i’m ray j, she be kim k. on the phone
mane err+time it come to payday, mane that b+tch won’t leave me ‘lone
i knew li’ mama ass was cray cray, that’s the sh+t that she be on
don’t give no f+ck ‘bout what you say mane
that b+tch tweakin’, that sh+t wrong
smoke one

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