
Curtsy! Jas The Producer (Ft. Korban Baxter & LANTING)
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(Verse 1: Jas The Producer)
AK spray and hit the back
I run that bitch, I kick it back
I hit the pipe, she hit the crack
The choppa go doot-dat-doot-dat
I smoke that bitch, I smoke the pack
I rob the store and hit the sack
I count the bands, I count the stacks
You hit the block, I take the tax
Chopper do a curtsy on that gang shit
Yeah, wig-split, dirty in my drank, shit
Yeah, standin’ on my money, 7’8” shit
Water dripping down my neck, Jonny Dang shit
In my Bushacre, do a curtsy
In my Bushacre, do a curtsy
She a sex symbol, she so dirty
Pop ‘em like a pimple, got no mercy, mercy
(Verse 2: Korrin/Korban Baxter)
Codeine stuff it in my blunt, smoke it till I’m faded
I do what I want, never with the bullshit, ain’t it
That bitch bad as fuck, think she off the coast of Cayman
Heard she throwing ass, put it down like a payment
Then I spread it out, uh-uh, like the pavement
Then I take her down, uh-uh, booty shaking
Then I pound her ass, uh-uh, she Jamaican
I might fuck around, uh-uh, new relations
AK spray and hit the back
I run that bitch, I kick it back
I hit the pipe, she hit the crack
The choppa go doot-dat-doot-dat
I smoke that bitch, I smoke the pack
I rob the store and hit the sack
I count the bands, I count the stacks
You hit the block, I take the tax
Chopper do a curtsy on that gang shit
Yeah, wig-split, dirty in my drank, shit
Yeah, standin’ on my money, 7’8” shit
Water dripping down my neck, Jonny Dang shit
In my Bushacre, do a curtsy
In my Bushacre, do a curtsy
She a sex symbol, she so dirty
Pop ‘em like a pimple, got no mercy, mercy
(Verse 2: Korrin/Korban Baxter)
Codeine stuff it in my blunt, smoke it till I’m faded
I do what I want, never with the bullshit, ain’t it
That bitch bad as fuck, think she off the coast of Cayman
Heard she throwing ass, put it down like a payment
Then I spread it out, uh-uh, like the pavement
Then I take her down, uh-uh, booty shaking
Then I pound her ass, uh-uh, she Jamaican
I might fuck around, uh-uh, new relations
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