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Intro Video (MV)




Performed By: Curt
Language: English
Length: 1:36
Written by: Marvin Nash




Curt - Intro Lyrics
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I Got a freak out the Bronx
If I say the word
She popping the trunk aye
She get the loads from the dump
Now the hunnids leave paper cuts
Right on my thumb
Hard to say I don't run it like Gump
Hard to pay I need ten like a bond
I don't really do threats won't do none
Think I really care bout where you from
Get concussions you come at me wrong
We percussion we came in with drums
No discussions I move then it's done
We ain't bluffing ain't moving it wrong
You get carried out
Never hiding you knowing my whereabouts
Doggy style grab her weave then I tear it out
Open windows I leave when she air it out
I made her my main squeeze over all these hoes
Til she questioned me like we was married now
I punched into that clock
Playing all these roles but I kept the .45 in the Marriott
I'm the nigga they posting and sharing now
Used to only would glance got them staring now
Treated me like a king
Not a heir in house
Escorted with bae in a chariot
Niggas stealing my steeze
You a parrot now
Dropped a brand new EP
I got karats now
And I put on my team in the barracks now
Guerilla promo we gon wear it out
Cuz losing ain't fun if it's fair or not
So I took the wheel like a ferris now
I'm left handed young God I'm a Libra
Gotta invoice that ass for a feature
I ain't sweet with trick
I won't treat you
Niggas wronged me
I thought we was peoples
Every hint I caught that like receivers
You in doubt I make you a believer
Ain't no games
I'mma coach her or leave her
Ain't the same I'm a overachiever
Scratching the surface
Let's go a lil deeper
Cuz I'm with my dog
Like a golden retriever
And shawty just texted
You know that I need you
But you left me
You know I don't need you
Papi
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I Got a freak out the Bronx
If I say the word
She popping the trunk aye
She get the loads from the dump
Now the hunnids leave paper cuts
Right on my thumb
Hard to say I don't run it like Gump
Hard to pay I need ten like a bond
I don't really do threats won't do none
Think I really care bout where you from
Get concussions you come at me wrong
We percussion we came in with drums
No discussions I move then it's done
We ain't bluffing ain't moving it wrong
You get carried out
Never hiding you knowing my whereabouts
Doggy style grab her weave then I tear it out
Open windows I leave when she air it out
I made her my main squeeze over all these hoes
Til she questioned me like we was married now
I punched into that clock
Playing all these roles but I kept the .45 in the Marriott
I'm the nigga they posting and sharing now
Used to only would glance got them staring now
Treated me like a king
Not a heir in house
Escorted with bae in a chariot
Niggas stealing my steeze
You a parrot now
Dropped a brand new EP
I got karats now
And I put on my team in the barracks now
Guerilla promo we gon wear it out
Cuz losing ain't fun if it's fair or not
So I took the wheel like a ferris now
I'm left handed young God I'm a Libra
Gotta invoice that ass for a feature
I ain't sweet with trick
I won't treat you
Niggas wronged me
I thought we was peoples
Every hint I caught that like receivers
You in doubt I make you a believer
Ain't no games
I'mma coach her or leave her
Ain't the same I'm a overachiever
Scratching the surface
Let's go a lil deeper
Cuz I'm with my dog
Like a golden retriever
And shawty just texted
You know that I need you
But you left me
You know I don't need you
Papi
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Writer: Marvin Nash
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