Lyrics:
asked u was to hold me down
But ur shifting like a serpent tell me homie how
Whats ur motive ur purpose to let a homie down
Sorry for putting you
made her liable to manage it/
We making music she sung for me,
In a Bridgeport hoodie, welcome to the company
cpollo cli
Luxury automobiles headed
the pain, adopted by guerrillas
Gotta tank for a car, ice for a arm
Got tattoos wit skin and scars from brawls
Got a buildin' for a crib, Manhattan for
No matter what you say or what you do
When I'm alone, I'd rather be with you
Fuck these other niggas, I'll be right by your side
Till 3005, hold up
goin out like Curtis
I'll Get Rich Or Die Tryin' Bitch its that urgent
Now I get paid for verses
But I just scratched the surface
Its like I wrote
me coming.
Cold reigning king,
Hold all the secrets from you
As they produce the movement.
Even Siberia goes through the motions.
Hold out and hold
to ammunition there's thirty .30s and 'K's
And them Trays hold me down like that du-rag that's on ya' waves, bro (Shadyville)
Ayo, you're listening to DJ Whoo
of niggas, bitches, and critics, they all the same
Lame games they playin', lyin', tryin' me for my name
I stick my dick in your podcast
Tell the bitch
adopted by guerillas
Gotta tank for a car, ice for a arm
Got tattoos wit' skin and scars from brawls
Gotta buildin' for a crib, Manhattan for a backyard
Of course I have new motivations for staying slim and georgous, you see I recently got married,
I hope that means you are wishing me well and not
don't bug me in public, got blicky (bah-bah)
Big clip, Curtis Jack, got fifty (bah-bah)
Interstate, seen cops, got shifty (skrrt-skrrt)
Sippin' on some
they don't see me in public, got balaclava
Hope they don't bug me in public, got blicky (bah-bah)
Big clip, Curtis Jack, got fifty (bah-bah)
(you know that feeling)
Fly you out, Miami Beach, we ocean sailing (What? Yeah)
You hold me down, when I need you to (need you to)
But I need you by
Thank you Lord Jesus for saving me with your precious blood
In Jesus' name, Amen
I met her at this house party on El Segundo and Central
She had
a homicide i'm thanking god to be alive
Niggas had to hold my weight im dolo right on Curtis dr
Gotta keep on doing me i'm making money multiply
Reapers
Curtis Jackson known for creatin' action
By rapidly clappin' nigga I stay strapped
So much I nickname gats
Got a tech I call Tina, a nine I name Nina
Two
me get this money in peace
This world isn't one for the weak
I pray my girls, as humble as me
Lord I pray I never stumble my feet
or fumble this cheese
had to hold my weight I'm dolo right on Curtis drive
Gotta keep on doing me I'm making money multiply
Reapers staking out the crib I'm really feeling
my hand investments that's a zone print
When u walk right by me that's money scent
I kno Curtis be on Jack like 50 cent
I got the power and the starz
super saiyan
When you’re talking goats mention me in conversation
Status up and I ain’t capping
I’m coming for the game like I’m Curtis Jackson
Now I’m
pockets forever fatten
I be out with the boys on a madden
We be late night purging, mask on
Many mandem wanna come get me
Got me feeling like Curtis Jackson
stop, til the casket drop
Hold on
Thug, for life feel me?
All my homeboys and my homegirls, stay strong
When things get bad, especially come the first
stop, til the casket drop
Hold on
Thug, for life feel me?
All my homeboys and my homegirls, stay strong
When things get bad, especially come the first
a front up like you Curtis o you gon feel the pain
Submerge yo body in the surface, should've opened the drain
I'm used to getting fucked by the world,
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