CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Thot Curse
Ayy, I wanna hear this sh*t in all the mother f**kin' clubs, you know what I'm sayin'?
I wanna see all the bad b*t*hes just shakin' they ass to this sh*t, you know what I'm sayin'?
John Gabbana
(I ain't finna tell you how Ry got away with this sh*t)
Jump back, hunch back, show you what that pump like
Oh, he gotta strap too? This gon' be a gun fight
This gon' be a fun night, this here boy that stunt life
f**k it, I got one life, a pu**y n***a get one strike
It ain't nothing, I know you social media n***as bluffing
You the type to hear some bubble wrap popping and get to ducking
Call my choppa big bad wolf 'cause that b*t*h get to huffin' puffin'
She can't sit 'round John Gabbana unless that b*t*h sucking, sucking
Bend over and show somethin'
Make a n***a throw somethin'
Play with me, I know somethin'
Click clack, let you hold somethin'
Checked the time and it's 4 somethin'
Grab a bottle, n***a pour somethin'
I'ma d**k her down 'til I break somethin'
Come here baby, let me taste somethin'
See pretty b*t*hes in the club
But which one gon' let me f**k?
In my blicky you know I trust
Off the Remy, I feel like Russ
n***a broke, he a sitting duck
Hollows hit like a semi truck
Take a b*t*h back to the bricks
Hit her with the pickle, no Rick
Couple shots in, I'm lit
Throw a lil' money, we lit
Whatever they with, we with
b*t*h, let me see you jump on this d**k
Gabbana make the pu**y drip
Damn n***a, you pu**y whipped
If he play than then that pu**y killed
Better shave, I like my pu**y silk
I wanna see all the bad b*t*hes just shakin' they ass to this sh*t, you know what I'm sayin'?
John Gabbana
(I ain't finna tell you how Ry got away with this sh*t)
Jump back, hunch back, show you what that pump like
Oh, he gotta strap too? This gon' be a gun fight
This gon' be a fun night, this here boy that stunt life
f**k it, I got one life, a pu**y n***a get one strike
It ain't nothing, I know you social media n***as bluffing
You the type to hear some bubble wrap popping and get to ducking
Call my choppa big bad wolf 'cause that b*t*h get to huffin' puffin'
She can't sit 'round John Gabbana unless that b*t*h sucking, sucking
Bend over and show somethin'
Make a n***a throw somethin'
Play with me, I know somethin'
Click clack, let you hold somethin'
Checked the time and it's 4 somethin'
Grab a bottle, n***a pour somethin'
I'ma d**k her down 'til I break somethin'
Come here baby, let me taste somethin'
See pretty b*t*hes in the club
But which one gon' let me f**k?
In my blicky you know I trust
Off the Remy, I feel like Russ
n***a broke, he a sitting duck
Hollows hit like a semi truck
Take a b*t*h back to the bricks
Hit her with the pickle, no Rick
Couple shots in, I'm lit
Throw a lil' money, we lit
Whatever they with, we with
b*t*h, let me see you jump on this d**k
Gabbana make the pu**y drip
Damn n***a, you pu**y whipped
If he play than then that pu**y killed
Better shave, I like my pu**y silk
