Bass Santana - Curse

[Intro: XXXTENTACION]

Hey, check my resumé

To Bass be the glory

My dick go hard eight

True facts, ay, ay

[Verse 1: XXXTENTACION]

Check my clock, I can't stop

Fuck around, make my 40 pop

No Popcaans, I pop pistols

Revenge my body, clothing no issue

Makes you look sick, you need a tissue

You drop a body, I just might bless you

I'm metro-sexual, no high cholesterol

Where Jenny Craig? Bitch let's get sexual

[Verse 2: Bass Santana]

Why the fuck I'd ever lie?

Pussy nigga bet that pistol part of your disguise

I could see it in your eyes

Runnin' from the reaper, fuck I'm not afraid to die

Bitches creepin' on my line

Got my main upset, these hoes I fucked and left behind

Need at least two at a time

Moved to foreign, took it over, lost my fuckin' mind

Instigatin's why I don't trust these bitches

Two-faced and lame ass nigga

Gangbang for fame fake hitta

I ain't never seen squad wit' ya

I don't need a savior fuck the faith

Cop myself an ounce and work the weight

Seen the Babylon around the way

Who the fuck they catchin'? Not today

[Chorus: Bass Santana]

Ridin' 'round with sinners, flyin' on a nimbus

Spot a nigga slippin', hold on, roll down the window, yo

Low-key schemin', leave his momma screamin', yo

Curse these demons, lord, curse these demons

[Verse 3: Coolie Cut]

Chase 'em with the fuckin' tec

Hit 'em where it hurt, nigga make it work

I'ma make it squirt, nigga I do dirt

Nigga I'ma merc, put 'em in the earth

Pay me for the verse, put 'em in a hearse

Gotta finish first, I just did my first

Protect me from my curse (From my curse, from my curse)

Aye, yuh, bitch!

[Verse 4: Kin$oul]

Bitch I put in work, spittin' with a curse

Wouldn't be the first, how much is you worth?

Sell you to a merch, I just wanna fuck

I don't wanna flirt, why your feelings hurt?

Cha cha slide, all in that pussy

How you doin' love? Let's go make a movie

Body lookin' good, when you dress in Gucci

Love the chicken breast, bitin' on yo' booty

[Chorus: Bass Santana]

Ridin' 'round with sinners, flyin' on a nimbus

Spot a nigga slippin', hold on, roll down the window, yo

Low-key schemin', leave his momma screamin', yo

Curse these demons, lord, curse these demons

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