curfew - tanasohunnit 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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