Curry ft. 1200money Lyrics

Whoah

Whoah

Wait..

It's DGE Seat Pleasant shit

Shoot from the hip and I dip out

Ain't part the gang, what you talkin' bout

Aim for the three, don't speak Chinese

Got me some shootas who shoot for the three

This ain't no curry, shorty she boring

Only talk when shit is important

Shorty so fat make me wanna smash

Hit from the front, ain't got no..

Ooh, I'ma pass, pass me the blunt

Fogo de Chao, and that's for the lunch

I'm poppin' the trunk aint got a stunt

I get it, I got it, give me what I want

Get it, I got it, give me what I want

Get it, I got it, give me what I want

Got a stunt, I get it, I got it

I get it, I got it, give me what I want

I got quarter ounce just to step me outside

Run the race like I'm not the prize

Beat it up like I'm Michael Myers

Then I dip out on Pirelli four tires

Timin' some money and not with the time

People be aimin', shit is so aimless

Don't speak my name unless you are famous

Shit that I do, you cannot tame it

One of the girls that spoke to me spanglish

Gave me some brains till I was so brainless

Ain't even hit, just wanted top

Thinkin' you fire, but you really not

Been in the five while pissin' the pot

bought me a lot , you niggas ain't got

Give me the summer and watch I walk out

Hit a dead end and I turn around, skrrt

Shoot from the hip

Then I dip out

Ain't bout the gang

What you talkin' bout

Ain't for the three

Don't speak Chinese

Got me some shooters

Shoot for the three

Shoot from the hip, then I dip out

Ain't bout the gang what you talkin' bout

Ain't for the three, don't speak Chinese

Got me some shooters who shoot for the three

This ain't no curry, shorty she boring

Only talk when shit is important

Shorty so fat, make me wanna smash

Hit from the front, ain't got no

Pass me the blunt, fogo de chao

And that's for the lunch, I'm poppin' the trunk

Ain't got a stunt, I got it, I got it

Give me what I want, get it, I got it

Give me what I want, get it, I got it

Give me what I want, got a stunt

I get it, I got it, I get it, I got it

Give me what I want

I get what I want, book me for a show

Back end on the front, I ain't doin' no fronts

First rap in my city, just rock and go fronts

World War money, I do what I wanna

Stretch you and your man, that's a two-up for one

Damn, on the West Coast, ridin' in the new Lamb

This drip that I got, I got that from Japan

Balls till I fall, that's the shit, they can't stand

Yes, it's a stunner, man

It's only one me, you understand

I keep them blue strippies in rubber bands

Like Lil Belichick, that's the underhand

You can tell them lies to your other man

I envision myself at award shows

When we talk on the phone, it's in Morse code

I'm stupid, look at my wardrobe

Stupid rich, I belong on the Forbes, though

The devil, he lettin' me eat

But soon enough, he gon' want in my soul, though

This pistol leap off of my waist

Now your shit drippin', now your shit drippin' like Soul Glo

The devil, he lettin' me eat

But soon enough, he gon' want in my soul, though

This pistol leap off of my waist

Now your shit drippin', now your shit drippin' like Soul Glo