tanasohunnit - curfew lyrics
curfew lyrics
12 o’clock my brothers stalking at yo door
theses n+ggas hoes they brake the code
and theses hoes gone play they role
12 o’clock post at that store get dem’ sales then gotta go
i catch any opp n+gga ass gone put dem’ b+tches till his throat
’cause i can’t let n+gga take me
mama ion going out like that
b+tch i was wilding out my body, when they took my n+gga scr+p
don’t post my ponta on the gram
’cause if they diss then that’s a hat
12 o’clock my brothers stalking at yo door
theses n+ggas hoes they brake the code
and thesеs hoes gone play they rolе
12 o’clock post at that store get dem’ sales then gotta go
i catch any opp n+gga ass gone put dem’ b+tches till his throat
’cause i can’t let n+gga take me
mama ion going out like that
b+tch i was wilding out my body, when they took my n+gga scr+p
don’t post my ponta on the gram
’cause if they diss then that’s a hat
cause if they diss then that’s hat boy yo ass going worldwide
rather get up on him closed like, we gave that boy a high five
so no we ain’t doing drive by’s
got a drum up on this b+tch, gone think a n+gga work for popeyes
if you in the f+kkin’ streets my n+gga yea, you gotta beat the odds
n+ggas lying
n+ggas cappin’ on the f+kkin gram
they ain’t one of mines
i can’t hang wit a b+tch n+gga, a rat n+gga, gotta move around
best believe we splint yo f+kkin’ block back like megaron
12 o’clock my brothers stalking at yo door
theses n+ggas hoes they brake the code
and theses hoes gone play they role
12 o’clock post at that store get dem’ sales then gotta go
i catch any opp n+gga ass gone put dem’ b+tches till his throat
’cause i can’t let n+gga take me
mama ion going out like that
b+tch i was wilding out my body, when they took my n+gga scr+p
don’t post my ponta on the gram
’cause if they diss then that’s a hat
12 o’clock my brothers stalking at yo door
theses n+ggas hoes they brake the code
and theses hoes gone play they role
12 o’clock post at that store get dem’ sales then gotta go
i catch any opp n+gga ass gone put dem’ b+tches till his throat
’cause i can’t let n+gga take me
mama ion going out like that
b+tch i was wilding out my body, when they took my n+gga scr+p
don’t post my ponta on the gram
’cause if they diss then that’s a hat
he talk to much like b+tch i guess that n+gga tired of living
you rather feel the f+kkin 40. or you rather feel the glizzy (omg!!)
and we ain’t shooting from no distance
f+ck all that talkin’ come get at me
i let that cutter do the kissin’
this b+tch was dirty so i had to wash a n+gga like some dishes
that n+gga lying he don’t get active
the only time when he get active is when he talkin’ in dem’ captions
i guess i’m back up in my dirty ways
i get to start thinking backwards
gotta play my deck up in a better way
12 o’clock my brothers stalking at yo door
theses n+ggas hoes they brake the code
and theses hoes gone play they role
12 o’clock post at that store get dem’ sales then gotta go
i catch any opp n+gga ass gone put dem’ b+tches till his throat
’cause i can’t let n+gga take me
mama ion going out like that
b+tch i was wilding out my body, when they took my n+gga scr+p
don’t post my ponta on the gram
’cause if they diss then that’s a hat
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