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letra de curbcandy (shhhhhhhhhhhh (bonus)) - starker

verse 1: starker:

phh, blow out your candle yo before you get lit
light up a light-brown lesbian (uh-huh)
listen lemme get heavy, that letty leave you a bet on my strip
mystery with the beam! uh-huh
i’m f-ckin’ buggin’ like coin s-x feelin’ s-xual (yeah), everything better better i shoot that kid in this son that’s how real it is (pom pom!)
you play the beelzebub leviticus (ya!) the virgin period
i clipped her while (uh-huh) she on her period (uh-huh), you n-ggas fear thе drip fly out the lyrics see
the predеcessors leave you (f-ck you lookin’ at?) kidnapped and retch? through in karma
live the life you wanna live out yo’ shorties like ayo… (wax facts!)
ayo i move that curb candy murder my family be with the drama like the mailbox in calamity, clap you in front of mama (mami mia ma!)
dishonored i move the wave right out the stew in the summer
givin’ anybody the business (uh) like i’m better on numbers (chin!)
you like bet it on other people, son (oh nah!)
you not my people ain’t never get higher pieces of drugs (you ain’t never come correct!)
i’m not a sn0b i swerve off silencer i speak with the snub (pa pa!)
chick tester be chested tester i choke that token bar for reverend… (come here, baby! yeah!)
ayo ayo i shot a more copper small pops spread this all on yo’ block (all on yo’ block!)
i’m out the law (uh-huh) i rock score shots send it off like latifah (latifah, n-gga uh!)
leave you like, mangos on sneakers hangled dangled on street lights
light work, and wash you like a stain off my shirt (hah), n-gga (yeah!)
verse 2: al.divino:

slang caller, cold palm callin’ macaulay culkin, the culpa cutty toker hear his wig exploded (soooo), sh-t sugarcoated
throw you off of the turbanet? then over dough poles with tallin’ eye tallin’ nines showin’, you know we holdin’ a glock
with safety nine by the waist line (bow bow bow!)
we ain’t goin’ if you’re dyin’ to wait in line, slang (f-ck outta here!), left from ’85 (yeaaah!)
f-ll-tio from two duns at the same time (aii!)
pumpin’ out ace o’ spades like a st. ides, the more than just stay alive, immortalized (you heard!)
as-salamu alayk-m love ace the gotti gas spray you by (bi bi bi!), lazy like, tracy mcgrady eye (stroll!)
sh-ttin’ on gravy better pay me mines (yeah!)
meyer lansky, pots in the pantry made it ain’t surprised
punani alkalies swoon top pottered lines
play the op line snappin’ on cops [?] ball he wildin’ out, rick james r-t-rded wrist game
catch yo’ cl!ck and keep pack the brick from caine (triing!), quit playin’… (f-ck outta here!)

verse 3: thehiddencharacter (???):

fiends fidgetin’, cop digits fingers in the michelin tires, got hitters for hire, wire your sh-t shut (wooo! triing!)
government pot fryer, huddelin’ shots flyin’, double the deuce fine (god d-mn!)
maneuverin’ moves quiet (uhhh?), contribute my dudes silent (yeah)
put cheeks to the curb, get busy do dirt for certain for short (triing triing!), feelins get hurt, i give ’em the word (wow)
these b-tches absurd, hit fiends on the first (uh), choppin’ a chicken, hop in the kitchen (yeah), leave you swollen then lift your toe on the bl!cky (blah blah blah blah!)
palm in the fifty, sticky (gimme that!) i smoke double the dose, pockets on swole (triing triing!), f-ckin’ your hoe, get stuck for yo’ dough
smashin’ all foes (god d-mn!), i slide off for those i’m up for the money (ba ba, uh), these n-ggas is funny, sh-t’s beaten and bummy i’ll get ya beat when it’s sunny (ah!)
copper so c-cky the 40 chunky and stocky yo (po po po!), ayo
verse 4: estee nack:

dooooooo, ayo, ayo, son, barren sand dee bates cheap product couple fl!cks for a dealership
expedition it’s more times o’ africa afterbirth (wow) nackbe-n-s comin’ slidin’ about the kitten wet (slide), you ain’t f-ckin’ wit’ me yet should probably disconnect (yeah)
stopped from dancing in the discotheque brought hollow tip with the tec (brrt)
i’mma be more than just a threat, spray these n-ggas with disinfectant filter
faster buildin’ fetti never gon’ catch us kilt ya (no!), grinders’ll get ya cheddar and that’s for real bro… (adlib)
rock obama mask for 2020 point break waves crash in the mornin’ move
deep water rockin’ a wet suit and a ponytail (fly!)
rock ‘n roll hits wonder if dissed the heaven a holy h-ll (burnin’!)
i’d probably move different if i could only tell ya (for reeeal!)
peace to n-ggas that’s spittin’ and others is sittin’ up in the holding cell (hold ya head)
anytime you see these n-ggas the dough prevail, load the sh-ll (ohh)
keep the gun in the crib kid this sh-t is not for show and tell (kablaow!)
i ain’t tryin’ to go to jail or nothin’ but i been on the block, constantly clockin’ and i got some blow to sell (i got it!)
if sh-t gets outta listenin’ then n-ggas tellin’ their shoulder swells (woah!)
sippin’ pinot grigio out a golden grail (yeaah!)
as far as paper chase then my sh-t is goin’ swell (it’s great!)
(wooooahhh) know i mean it’s always glorious, addin’ up, addin’ up, addin’ up my n-gga (woahhh yeah poo poo woaahh), enough cash and all that sh-t, ashes and all the best sh-t, son

- starker

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