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king of new york - curlyhead guapo lyrics

[verse 1: d$hmoney]
now i’m really bout to spazz out
chopper to his head like a bell, let the class out
got them models, shaking ass out
and if you ain’t a hoe, get up out my trap house
42, i make her drink a fifth, aye
i ain’t had sh*t, def not in fifth grade
but i been counting cash since i could see straight
skinny white boy but that name still gone hold weight
shmoney on the beat, 914 to pacific coast
belly said he never put a scale on a fishing boat
still i done put some crack inside a prada coat
bet imma leave this game called the f*ckin goat
givenchy for the sweater, balеnci’ for the f*ckin tote
new choppa, kеlly k, murder all she wrote
b*tches driving rentals for the day, leave my pink note
i wish you could show me half a band
i wish you’d come up here and flex with diamonds on your hand
long switch to his melon, leave him spray tan
and i can’t stress about a hoe unless i’m in the can
.40 clip on his matha, call it melatonin
he dropping dimes right on a mic like he talk to conan
atlanta hoe, d*mn i like my wings bone*in!
move in silence on them cellys feds is phoned*in
tap in, then i make her tap out
groupies moving crazy, got em fanned out
switch from k to par, this a d*mn drought
whole life been a chase to the money, take the fast route
switch it, drop it, reverse it
sign my checks in cursive
if she eat it then she worth it
my jersey vibe a booster, check your purses
need somebody, need somebody, imma pass out, call the nurses
ughhhh
i do this sh*t for fun though
quick to play with the kitty like i’m gunsmoke
dasani on my neck, need a backstroke
on stage with the family, that’s the kinfolk
wait lemme catch my breath
took an 8th to the face like some tattoos
when i’m on the mic imma only drop bad news
pull up to the trap with a priest, whipping jag blues
relations with sisters, couldn’t care about taboos
method man, hoodrich, everything cash rules
put a knock to his chest, make him cough like it’s bad flu
came from them long nights, bills they were past due
getting high to survive, try not to crash too
walked by the ds with a rock in my dad shoe
now on my block all i motherf*cking want is a statue…shmoney
[verse 2: curlyhead guapo]
wrist so icy, guess i freeze time
took a break but i made 30 on the meantime
i got gucci, louis, prada on the design
fog or some palm angels guess it’s divine
had to tell her take it easy hoe
after bella tell ’em free me though
i’m with $hmoney,nelli, breezy yo
and we done made a mill about a week ago!
put the x on my back, off*white tees
twin chops on my hip and they siamese
switch it out, trade my heat, pat riley
i might bang on ya b*tch word to mike breen
wrist on icy, rollie for the timepiece
this the 4th hit, game on a iv
did it with the team, $hmoney right beside me
when we in the spot please don’t try me
mac 11, bk move like kyrie
drop his body, brandon knight, he like why me
ima leave his ass hurt like kawhi knee
and my b*tch keep a stick like hermione
got the keys to my city like a locksmith
ny to the a kevin knox sh*t
hawk ’em down with a bl!ck it’s a josh smith
t*mac on the strap it’s a rocket
[outro]
everybody out here saying they the king of new york, you’re not the king of new york! you’re not curlyhead guapo! you not m breezy! you not d$money, lil nelli! come on now! box office! lets go! king of new york!

- curlyhead guapo lyrics

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