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Curse

by Bass Santana

on XXXTENTACION Presents: Members Only, Vol. 3 (2017)

[Intro: XXXTENTACION]
Hey, check my resumé
To Bass be the glory
My di*k go hard eight
True facts, ayy ayy

[Verse 1: XXXTENTACION]
Check my clock, I can't stop
f*ck around, make my 40 pop
No Popcaan, 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 metrosexual, no high cholesterol
Where Jenny Craig? b*tch let's get sexual

[Verse 2: Bass Santana]
Why the f*ck I'd ever lie?
pus*y n*gga bet that pistol part of your disguise
I could see it in your eyes
Runnin' from the reaper, f*ck I'm not afraid to die
b*tches creepin' on my line
Got my main upset, these hoes I f*cked and left behind
Need at least two at a time
Moved to foreign, took it over, lost my f*ckin' mind
Instigatin's why I don't trust these b*tches
Two-faced and lame ass n*gga
Gangbang for fame fake hitta
I ain't never seen squad wit' ya
I don't need a savior f*ck the faith
Cop myself an ounce and work the weight
Seen the Babylon around the way
Who the f*ck they catchin'? Not today

[Chorus: Bass Santana]
Ridin' 'round with sinners, flyin' on a nimbus
Spot a n*gga slippin', hold on, roll down the window
Low-key schemin', leave his momma screamin'
Curse these demons, lord, curse these demons

[Verse 3: Coolie Cut]
Chase 'em with the f*ckin' tec
Hit 'em where it hurt, n*gga make it work
I'ma make her squirt, n*gga I do dirt
n*gga 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
Aye, yuh, b*tch!

[Verse 4: Kin$oul]
b*tch 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 f*ck
I don't wanna flirt, why your feelings hurt?
Cha cha slide, all in that pus*y
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 n*gga slippin', hold on, roll down the window
Low-key schemin', leave his momma screamin'
Curse these demons, lord, curse these demons