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Kid Buu – Curtis lyrics
[Intro]
Aye, Omar!
Danny, I see you
Yuh, yuh
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
[Verse 1]
She suck my dick for the come up, what
Forty on me, don't you run up, yuh
Pockets, they full of blue hunnids’, woah
Kid Buu is not with the lovin', yuh
Bitch I'm married to the money, yuh
Everything about the money, yuh
I’m feelin' like Curtis Jackson, yuh
They sendin' shots, I'm not runnin'
Get the strap, get the strap, like I'm 50, uh, yuh
Imma grind, hate a nigga like Woah Vickey, uh, yuh
Pull up in a vic, I'm trappin' yo’semi, uh, yuh
We too strapped, we too trapped, like yo’semi, uh, yuh
Forty, that right on my side, huh
Forty, that right on my side, huh
Choppa, that right on my side, huh
Boy don't you try, you will die, huh
Forty, that right on my side, huh
Uzi, that right on my side, huh
Shorty, that right on my side, huh
Choppa, that’s it, on my slime
[Chorus]
Slat, slat, get the strap, like I'm 50, uh, yuh, (like I'm 50, aye)
Slat, slat, get the strap, like I'm 50, uh, yuh, (like I’m 50, aye)
Slat, slat, get the strap, like I'm 50, uh, yuh, (get the strap, aye)
Slat, slat, get the strap, like I'm 50, uh, yuh, (like I'm 50, bitch)
[Verse 2]
That bitch she blowin' like this, huh
Choppa it blowin' like this, huh
I used to trap out the vic, uh
She suckin' my dick till she sick, uh
Deepthroat that bitch to her lip, uh
I shoot that nigga then dip, uh
Kick in the door with a lick, uh
I got no mass, ima kill it uh
I am a clone with no feelin's, uh
Told that bitch fuck all yo' feelin's, uh
I got the money, the ceilin's, uh
Like Lil Wayne with no ceilin's
I got a car with no ceilin'
Bitch now I'm droppin the roof, uh
I got a fang on my tooth, uh
I goin' ham in the booth, yeah
She suck me up in the booth, uh
I got the diamonds on my tooth, uh
Bitch I am tellin' the truth
VV wrapped 'round my neck, like a noose
You just mad cause I sent her back loose
You just mad cause she all on my coupe
And my coupe got the stars on the roof
No more love cause she got a [?]
[Chorus]
Get the strap, get the strap, like I'm 50, yuh, huh, (like I'm 50, aye)
Get the strap, get the strap, like I'm 50, yuh, huh, (like I'm 50, aye)
Get the strap, get the strap, like I'm 50, yuh, huh, (get the strap, aye)
Get the strap,yuh, huh, get the strap, yuh, what (like I'm 50, bitch)
[Outro]
Get the strap!
Like I'm 50 bitch!
Aye, Omar!
Danny, I see you
Yuh, yuh
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
[Verse 1]
She suck my dick for the come up, what
Forty on me, don't you run up, yuh
Pockets, they full of blue hunnids’, woah
Kid Buu is not with the lovin', yuh
Bitch I'm married to the money, yuh
Everything about the money, yuh
I’m feelin' like Curtis Jackson, yuh
They sendin' shots, I'm not runnin'
Get the strap, get the strap, like I'm 50, uh, yuh
Imma grind, hate a nigga like Woah Vickey, uh, yuh
Pull up in a vic, I'm trappin' yo’semi, uh, yuh
We too strapped, we too trapped, like yo’semi, uh, yuh
Forty, that right on my side, huh
Forty, that right on my side, huh
Choppa, that right on my side, huh
Boy don't you try, you will die, huh
Forty, that right on my side, huh
Uzi, that right on my side, huh
Shorty, that right on my side, huh
Choppa, that’s it, on my slime
[Chorus]
Slat, slat, get the strap, like I'm 50, uh, yuh, (like I'm 50, aye)
Slat, slat, get the strap, like I'm 50, uh, yuh, (like I’m 50, aye)
Slat, slat, get the strap, like I'm 50, uh, yuh, (get the strap, aye)
Slat, slat, get the strap, like I'm 50, uh, yuh, (like I'm 50, bitch)
[Verse 2]
That bitch she blowin' like this, huh
Choppa it blowin' like this, huh
I used to trap out the vic, uh
She suckin' my dick till she sick, uh
Deepthroat that bitch to her lip, uh
I shoot that nigga then dip, uh
Kick in the door with a lick, uh
I got no mass, ima kill it uh
I am a clone with no feelin's, uh
Told that bitch fuck all yo' feelin's, uh
I got the money, the ceilin's, uh
Like Lil Wayne with no ceilin's
I got a car with no ceilin'
Bitch now I'm droppin the roof, uh
I got a fang on my tooth, uh
I goin' ham in the booth, yeah
She suck me up in the booth, uh
I got the diamonds on my tooth, uh
Bitch I am tellin' the truth
VV wrapped 'round my neck, like a noose
You just mad cause I sent her back loose
You just mad cause she all on my coupe
And my coupe got the stars on the roof
No more love cause she got a [?]
[Chorus]
Get the strap, get the strap, like I'm 50, yuh, huh, (like I'm 50, aye)
Get the strap, get the strap, like I'm 50, yuh, huh, (like I'm 50, aye)
Get the strap, get the strap, like I'm 50, yuh, huh, (get the strap, aye)
Get the strap,yuh, huh, get the strap, yuh, what (like I'm 50, bitch)
[Outro]
Get the strap!
Like I'm 50 bitch!
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