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young curt - locksmith lyrics
[intro: young curt]
ayy
she f_ck it up and i’ma, ayy, ayy
she f_ck it up and i’ma, ayy (traxamillion), word
huh?
huh? ayy
ayy, ayy
[chorus: young curt]
ayy, ayy, a lot of guap in this b_tch
she f_ck it up and i’ma throw a knot in this b_tch
some bad hoes, a lot of thots in this b_tch
you n_ggas cuffin’ hoes like some cops in this b_tch
f_ck a patdown, we got glocks in this b_tch
all drumsticks, we don’t f_ck with stock clips
i got a hard d_ck, b_tch, come and top this
whole gang full of shooters, all of ’em drop sh_t
[verse 1: mike sherm]
n_ggas cuffin’ hoes on some cop_ass sh_t
police_ass n_gga, need to stop that sh_t
ho ain’t tryna pay me, i’ma block that b_tch
try to set me up and i’ll pop this b_tch
got a big knot, but i’m not no trick
always keep some hoes, i ain’t never thot_less
old b_tch left, now her ass ain’t got sh_t
i ain’t gotta work, ’cause i’m on some boss sh_t
i ain’t got a job, but a n_gga steady workin’
back in high school, i was f_ckin’ all the virgins
i don’t buy no flights, and i don’t buy no purses
but what i made today, i could’ve went and bought a birkin
n_ggas cashin’ out on these hoes, it ain’t worth it
b_tch caught me f_ckin’ on her sister, i ain’t perfect
first night, i could hit a b_tch without flirtin’
super soakin’ hoes, couple posts got ’em squirtin’
[chorus: young curt]
she f_ck it up and i’ma throw a knot in this b_tch
some bad hoes, a lot of thots in this b_tch
you n_ggas cuffin’ hoes like some cops in this b_tch
f_ck a patdown, we got glocks in this b_tch
she f_ck it up and i’ma throw a knot in this b_tch
some bad hoes, a lot of thots in this b_tch
you n_ggas cuffin’ hoes like some cops in this b_tch
f_ck a patdown, we got glocks in this b_tch
[verse 2: young curt]
she f_ckin’ with the kid, i’m comin’ with hot sh_t
plugged on them keys, i’m f_ckin’ with the locksmith
trap full of b_tches, my hoes be topless
never catch a n_gga lackin’, my glocks hold chopsticks
never catch me lackin’, i’m thuggin’ with chopsticks
huh? your b_tch a thot, a thot b_tch
money on my mind, i’m ’bout my guap, b_tch
if you ain’t talkin’ guap, then kick some rocks, b_tch
[chorus: young curt & 1takejay]
she f_ck it up and i’ma throw a knot in this b_tch
some bad hoes, a lot of thots in this b_tch
you n_ggas cuffin’ hoes like some cops in this b_tch
f_ck a patdown, we got glocks in this b_tch
she f_ck it up and i’ma throw a knot in this b_tch
some bad hoes, a lot of thots in this b_tch
you n_ggas cuffin’ hoes like some cops in this b_tch
f_ck a patdown, we got glocks in this b_tch (wait, hol’ up, i’m finna turn this b_tch up)
[verse 3: 1takejay]
ayy, mr. kick the b_tch out, i’m not cuffin’ (i’m not cuffin’)
give a b_tch the middle fingers if she not f_ckin’ (no)
i don’t wanna conversate about nothin’ (b_tch)
like a kid, b_tch, i need my chicken mcnuggets
if the bread ain’t right, we can’t make a toast
she don’t even like talkin’, but she givin’ throat (thot)
i don’t even like talkin’, b_tch, adios (bye)
after i hit, i’ma dip like dorito
you ain’t big worm, b_tch, i need my chili frito (b_tch, i need my chili frito)
gang in this b_tch if a n_gga think he deebo (n_gga think he deebo)
everybody grippin’ on poles like a freak ho (freak)
play with me, it’s fair game, but i’m like a cheat code
like a pig with a wig, you a cop, boy (you a cop, boy)
like you ain’t the same as me, you an opp, boy (you an opp)
like the coupe, you finna lose your top
i’m a n_gga in these streets, you is not, boy (not, boy)
[chorus: young curt]
she f_ck it up and i’ma throw a knot in this b_tch
some bad hoes, a lot of thots in this b_tch
you n_ggas cuffin’ hoes like some cops in this b_tch
f_ck a patdown, we got glocks in this b_tch
she f_ck it up and i’ma throw a knot in this b_tch
some bad hoes, a lot of thots in this b_tch
you n_ggas cuffin’ hoes like some cops in this b_tch
f_ck a patdown, we got glocks in this b_tch
[outro: young curt]
she f_ck it up and i’ma throw a knot in this b_tch
some bad hoes, a lot of thots in this b_tch
you n_ggas cuffin’ hoes like some cops in this b_tch
f_ck a patdown, we got glocks in this b_tch
got a big knot, but i’m not no trick
some bad hoes, a lot of thots in this b_tch
ayy, mr. kick the b_tch out, i’m not cuffin’
f_ck a patdown, we got glocks in this b_tch (traxamillion)
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