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young curt – locksmith lyrics

[intro: young curt]
ayy
she f+ck it up and i’ma, ayy, ayy
she f+ck it up and i’ma, ayy (traxamillion), word
huh?
huh? ayy
ayy, ayy

[chorus: young curt]
ayy, ayy, a lot of guap in this b+tch
she f+ck it up and i’ma throw a knot in this b+tch
some bad hoes, a lot of thots in this b+tch
you n+ggas cuffin’ hoes like some cops in this b+tch
f+ck a patdown, we got glocks in this b+tch
all drumsticks, we don’t f+ck with stock clips
i got a hard d+ck, b+tch, come and top this
whole gang full of shooters, all of ’em drop sh+t

[verse 1: mike sherm]
n+ggas cuffin’ hoes on some cop+ass sh+t
police+ass n+gga, need to stop that sh+t
ho ain’t tryna pay me, i’ma block that b+tch
try to set me up and i’ll pop this b+tch
got a big knot, but i’m not no trick
always keep some hoes, i ain’t never thot+less
old b+tch left, now her ass ain’t got sh+t
i ain’t gotta work, ’cause i’m on some boss sh+t
i ain’t got a job, but a n+gga steady workin’
back in high school, i was f+ckin’ all the virgins
i don’t buy no flights, and i don’t buy no purses
but what i made today, i could’ve went and bought a birkin
n+ggas cashin’ out on these hoes, it ain’t worth it
b+tch caught me f+ckin’ on her sister, i ain’t perfect
first night, i could hit a b+tch without flirtin’
super soakin’ hoes, couple posts got ’em squirtin’
[chorus: young curt]
she f+ck it up and i’ma throw a knot in this b+tch
some bad hoes, a lot of thots in this b+tch
you n+ggas cuffin’ hoes like some cops in this b+tch
f+ck a patdown, we got glocks in this b+tch
she f+ck it up and i’ma throw a knot in this b+tch
some bad hoes, a lot of thots in this b+tch
you n+ggas cuffin’ hoes like some cops in this b+tch
f+ck a patdown, we got glocks in this b+tch

[verse 2: young curt]
she f+ckin’ with the kid, i’m comin’ with hot sh+t
plugged on them keys, i’m f+ckin’ with the locksmith
trap full of b+tches, my hoes be topless
never catch a n+gga lackin’, my glocks hold chopsticks
never catch me lackin’, i’m thuggin’ with chopsticks
huh? your b+tch a thot, a thot b+tch
money on my mind, i’m ’bout my guap, b+tch
if you ain’t talkin’ guap, then kick some rocks, b+tch

[chorus: young curt & 1takejay]
she f+ck it up and i’ma throw a knot in this b+tch
some bad hoes, a lot of thots in this b+tch
you n+ggas cuffin’ hoes like some cops in this b+tch
f+ck a patdown, we got glocks in this b+tch
she f+ck it up and i’ma throw a knot in this b+tch
some bad hoes, a lot of thots in this b+tch
you n+ggas cuffin’ hoes like some cops in this b+tch
f+ck a patdown, we got glocks in this b+tch (wait, hol’ up, i’m finna turn this b+tch up)
[verse 3: 1takejay]
ayy, mr. kick the b+tch out, i’m not cuffin’ (i’m not cuffin’)
give a b+tch the middle fingers if she not f+ckin’ (no)
i don’t wanna conversate about nothin’ (b+tch)
like a kid, b+tch, i need my chicken mcnuggets
if the bread ain’t right, we can’t make a toast
she don’t even like talkin’, but she givin’ throat (thot)
i don’t even like talkin’, b+tch, adios (bye)
after i hit, i’ma dip like dorito
you ain’t big worm, b+tch, i need my chili frito (b+tch, i need my chili frito)
gang in this b+tch if a n+gga think he deebo (n+gga think he deebo)
everybody grippin’ on poles like a freak ho (freak)
play with me, it’s fair game, but i’m like a cheat code
like a pig with a wig, you a cop, boy (you a cop, boy)
like you ain’t the same as me, you an opp, boy (you an opp)
like the coupe, you finna lose your top
i’m a n+gga in these streets, you is not, boy (not, boy)

[chorus: young curt]
she f+ck it up and i’ma throw a knot in this b+tch
some bad hoes, a lot of thots in this b+tch
you n+ggas cuffin’ hoes like some cops in this b+tch
f+ck a patdown, we got glocks in this b+tch
she f+ck it up and i’ma throw a knot in this b+tch
some bad hoes, a lot of thots in this b+tch
you n+ggas cuffin’ hoes like some cops in this b+tch
f+ck a patdown, we got glocks in this b+tch
[outro: young curt]
she f+ck it up and i’ma throw a knot in this b+tch
some bad hoes, a lot of thots in this b+tch
you n+ggas cuffin’ hoes like some cops in this b+tch
f+ck a patdown, we got glocks in this b+tch
got a big knot, but i’m not no trick
some bad hoes, a lot of thots in this b+tch
ayy, mr. kick the b+tch out, i’m not cuffin’
f+ck a patdown, we got glocks in this b+tch (traxamillion)

- young curt lyrics

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