Destello - Curry Year Lyrics

Palace what you cookin
Aye turn me up
Grah Grah, wooo
I pull up like 30 from 40 I'm money bags
Pop out the stinger u hear a splash
Ring it up naw I ain't check the tag
I got the addy let's gets em crashed
She tryna f*ck on her only fans
Pussy always in demand
Ain't no debate I'm the man
Shoot till we knock ya brim
Gave that lil nigga a yamaka
Really I'm too hot man check ya thermometer
Dick in ha mouth n she blow like harmonica
Plenty of Henny im so gone like Monica
Disloyalty don't got the tolerance naw
Try not too get too involved
I'm not mufasa I'm Scar
Willin to take it too far
Just Let me know where it's headed
When one of us dead we can dead it
This my curry year shootin like 30 yeah
Im shooting wooo, yeah
This my curry year shootin like 30 yeah
Im shooting woo yeah
I'ma warrior come out and play
I get to the paper dawg then I'm on my way
Brodie just jumped Nigga on go
Stay with the stick like stamkos
Light u like a lamp post
Beat a nigga ass he aint want smoke
Then his dawg got jumped that's second hand
Gotta Brand new Whip no temp tag
Always pissy when they see me like they bladder bad
Nigga goin straight to hell first class
Sleep on us then we'll give yo ass a dirt nap
I'm in all black like a robbery
Bitch on her knees and she slobbering
Hop on the track like a wallaby
Crazy how wild I be I'm on some shit
Rifle it got a beam it came equipped
Legs in a pretzel she bitin her lip
Pockets on Deku they green as a bitch
One day its love watch how it flip
No need for urinals when u the shit
This my curry year shootin like 30 yeah
Im shootin woo yeah
This my curry year shootin like 30 yeah
Im shooting woo yeah
I'ma warrior come out and play
I get to the paper dawg then I'm on my way