John Gabbana - Thot Curse (Lyrics)
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Lyrics:
[Intro]
Ayy, I wanna hear this sh*t in all the mother f*ckin' clubs, you know what I'm sayin'?
I wanna see all the bad bi*ches just shakin' they ass to this sh*t, you know what I'm sayin'?
John Gabbana
(I ain't finna tell you how Ry got away with this sh*t)
[Verse 1]
Jump back, hunch back, show you what that pump like
Oh, he gotta strap too? This gon' be a gun fight
This gon' be a fun night, this here boy that stunt life
Fu*k it, I got one life, a p*ssy ni**a get one strike
It ain't nothing, I know you social media ni**as bluffing
You the type to hear some bubble wrap popping and get to ducking
Call my choppa big bad wolf 'cause that bi*ch get to huffin' puffin'
She can't sit 'round John Gabbana unless that bi*ch sucking, sucking
Bend over and show somethin'
Make a ni** a throw somethin'
Play with me, I know somethin'
Click clack, let you hold somethin'
Checked the time and it's 4 somethin'
Grab a bottle, ni**a pour somethin'
I'ma di*k her down 'til I break somethin'
Come here baby, let me taste somethin'
[Chorus]
See pretty bi*ches in the club
But which one gon' let me f*ck?
In my blicky you know I trust
Off the Remy, I feel like Russ
Ni**a broke, he a sitting duck
Hollows hit like a semi truck
Take a bi*ch back to the bricks
Hit her with the pickle, no Rick
Couple shots in, I'm lit
Throw a lil' money, we lit
Whatever they with, we with
Bi*ch, let me see you jump on this di*k
Gabbana make the pu*sy drip
Damn ni**a, you pu*sy whipped
If he play than then that pu*sy killed
Better shave, I like my pu*sy silk
[Verse 2]
Ain't nothing sweet, but I'ma star and my f*cking Glock burst
Before we start exchanging names, I want some f*cking top first
She wanna swallow all my kids, I call that sh*t the thot thirst
You f*ck her raw then have a kid, I call that sh*t the thot curse
Timmy turn on Tina
Gomez, no Selena
Credit card fraud, no Visa
Puerto Rican bi*ch, my Nina
She f*cked in the back of the Beamer
After she f*ck, she clean up
Ni**a want smoke, let's link up
Ni**a not broke, let's drink up
I say let's turn up the party
'Bout time to get some sh*t started
I'ma tweak if I pop a molly
I feel like I'm Ricky Bobby
I like when she call me papi
This ain't a Perc, this an Oxy
I'm pimping, not talking Scotty
They say I'm goated, I'm godly
Don't wanna f*ck, bi*ch, hit the door
Matter fact, bi*ch, just give me throat
Yeah I got money, but I want more
Try to rob me, get a tag on yo' toe
Nut in my bi*ch, I'm like oh
Diamonds be hitting, like woah
Know I gotta walk with that stick, like patrol
Don't make me take ya' soul
[Chorus]
See pretty bi*ches in the club
But which one gon' let me f*ck?
In my blicky you know I trust
Off the Remy, I feel like Russ
Ni**a broke, he a sitting duck
Hollows hit like a semi truck
Take a bi*ch back to the bricks
Hit her with the pickle, no Rick
Couple shots in, I'm lit
Throw a lil' money, we lit
Whatever they with, we with
Bi*ch, let me see you jump on this d*ck
Gabbana make the p*ssy drip
Damn ni**a, you p*ssy whipped
If he play than then that p*ssy killed
Better shave, I like my p*ssy silk
[Outro]
John Gabbana, ni**a
This the mother fu*kin' thot curse
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