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letra de kiss the curb - quez2rr

[intro:]
real talk
p-ssy
kiss the curb
run, n-gga
q5

[chorus:]
okay, i swerve the whip, get out it
can’t name a time that we ain’t spinned, you heard about it
392 too geeked, this b-tch’ll kiss the curb about it
i might f-ck this b-tch, she say she clean, i take her word about it, n-gga

[verse 1:]
ayy b-tch, i’m geeked, i can’t feel my face
take twelve on a chase
i got b-tches way in kansas city when i come from the a
she want perks and i just wanna f-ck, i treat her like a j
there’s fentanyl in these motherf-ckers, baby, you gon’ die today
on p, i hop out on lit, q5 never trust a b-tch
can’t name a hoe i wanna f-ck back then and i ain’t f-cked the b-tch
this fully on my glock, why the h-ll you think i’m doin’ that tustlin’ sh-t?
this b-tch here spittin’, and it comin’ too fast, why you doin’ that duckin’ sh-t?
start firin’
i might f-ck her once, or i might f-ck her twice, don’t never cuff so she don’t get confused
i call brodie name, let brodie bust her, mr. spank-a-n-gga
this b-tch let off flames, he dance like usher, mr. boom-a-n-gga
this b-tch sweep too long, i call it duster
we up on the sco’
brodie just shot a fo’
i’m too busy countin’ this pape’, so hoe, just f-ck my bro
pause, i’m too busy countin’ cake, he crashin’ ’bout a hoe
i’m too busy tryna spin when n-ggas crack a fo’
[chorus:]
okay, i swerve the whip, get out it
can’t name a time that we ain’t spinned, you heard about it
392 too geeked, this b-tch’ll kiss the curb about it
i might f-ck this b-tch, she say she clean, i take her word about it, n-gga

[verse 2:]
i park this b-tch, i get on feet again
i been rappin’ too d-mn long, they let them steppers in
switch in every state, what the f-ck we look like checkin’ in?
binary on this trigger, the b-tch hit twice, i love my f&n
different b-tches on my d-ck and sh-t
gang can’t fall out ’bout no pape’, ’cause b-tch, we filthy rich
she f-ck him and she f-ck him, and him too, man, this a filthy b-tch
we gon’ slime them, man, we cut the hands off n-ggas who be stealin’ sh-t
i step on sh-t like this sh-t concrete
tell the lil’ bro’nem “go vegan,” n-ggas love beef
he say he sellin’ za, this sh-t here smokin’ like he og
d-ckridin’, stop talkin’ to that hoe like yo’ ass know me
i put honey in her liquor
flew a opp hoe outta’ state so i can k!ll her
diamonds on my wrist, the b-tch get colder than december
been dropped a n-gga way ‘fore i start rappin’, i’m a member

- quez2rr

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