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Final Curtains
by C-Yonko
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Yeah, Uh huh
Yeah, Yeah
Aye, Aye, Look
There's an ace up my sleeve that I sling when I'm servin
Giovani Gallardo, I'm nasty with the curvin
I just hit A boogie out the lot, yeah I'm swervin
Big body on me even though I'm not suburban
I'm a city slicker with the right touch of urban
You on the fence I'm on the rocks sippin Bourbon
Gettin every single thing I earn, I deserve it
Now you can let down the final curtains
Yeah, Yeah
I'm quick on my feet, the perks of being a sprinter
Yeah your man said he's hot, I'm still waitin for the kicker
I, eat yo favorite rappers aint gotta worry bout my ticker
You call them your top three I call them breakfast, lunch and dinner
I'm a Saint you're a sinner, you're a loser I'm a winner
And my circle's well-rounded cuz I'm sittin in the center, Ha, Yeah
Whoa, Whoa
I'm not lyin, they still waitin for my demise cause they FEAR me
While I Face Everything And Rise
When I start presenting my gift, they wouldn't take the prize
So I left The Land like Bron since they wastin my prime
Now I'm living in the lighting in the electric city
You're in for a shock, no electricity
Don't miss out on your blessing for being too saditty
If you didn't want me then, well...
Issa pity
There's an ace up my sleeve that I sling when I'm servin
Giovani Gallardo, I'm nasty with the curvin
I just hit A boogie out the lot, yeah I'm swervin
Big body on me even though I'm not suburban
I'm a city slicker with the right touch of urban
You on the fence, I'm on the rocks sippin Bourbon
Gettin every single thing I earn, I deserve it
Now you can let down the final curtains
Yeah... I'm gone
Yeah, Uh huh
Yeah, Yeah
Aye, Aye, Look
There's an ace up my sleeve that I sling when I'm servin
Giovani Gallardo, I'm nasty with the curvin
I just hit A boogie out the lot, yeah I'm swervin
Big body on me even though I'm not suburban
I'm a city slicker with the right touch of urban
You on the fence I'm on the rocks sippin Bourbon
Gettin every single thing I earn, I deserve it
Now you can let down the final curtains
Yeah, Yeah
I'm quick on my feet, the perks of being a sprinter
Yeah your man said he's hot, I'm still waitin for the kicker
I, eat yo favorite rappers aint gotta worry bout my ticker
You call them your top three I call them breakfast, lunch and dinner
I'm a Saint you're a sinner, you're a loser I'm a winner
And my circle's well-rounded cuz I'm sittin in the center, Ha, Yeah
Whoa, Whoa
I'm not lyin, they still waitin for my demise cause they FEAR me
While I Face Everything And Rise
When I start presenting my gift, they wouldn't take the prize
So I left The Land like Bron since they wastin my prime
Now I'm living in the lighting in the electric city
You're in for a shock, no electricity
Don't miss out on your blessing for being too saditty
If you didn't want me then, well...
Issa pity
There's an ace up my sleeve that I sling when I'm servin
Giovani Gallardo, I'm nasty with the curvin
I just hit A boogie out the lot, yeah I'm swervin
Big body on me even though I'm not suburban
I'm a city slicker with the right touch of urban
You on the fence, I'm on the rocks sippin Bourbon
Gettin every single thing I earn, I deserve it
Now you can let down the final curtains
Yeah... I'm gone
