Dirty Dell - Curse on You Lyrics

If you're expecting me to flex then hit the Next button
I don't respect nothing
Double negative etiquette less presentable
F*ck it, move to the next subject
Tryna impress something
Only took a nigga 20 f*cking seconds
Bet you couldn't see the rest coming
Predictability's a trend the day I follow that
Will be the day Obama hits that follow back
The hot water broke and can't twist that nozzle back
We struggling but peep the passion
Still in the act of trying to fix my act
Lifting up pissy mats in the hopes that my father will give my piggy back
Pawning shit like Deebo little nigga give me that
Dreams of letting both them semis clap
Not for a gang to release some steam
I don't bang or hang at any trap
But if you think I'm pussy test me
I've been beat down, shot at, and f*cking jumped
If I'm pussy then I'm the king of the jungle with big, humongous testes
But no one come f*cking press me
Can't kick that dirty past away I guess I'm f*cking Messi
They're tryna still shit from a nigga like they're Elvis Presley
This rock and roll mixed with soccer goals
Figuring how these bitches had lost a soul
Digging for that pot of gold
But who am I to intervene?
A cock blocker
When bitches with large knockers are treating me like a Gob Stopper
Meet the man who's whole motive is just to hunt for you
And take away your bitch
So she won't be able to comfort you
Saying I'm the shit 'cause I'm turning L's into W's
Imagine how the f*ck I'm a be when I'm living comfortable
Being hated so f*cking wonderful
Pussy nigga I ain't done with you
Yeah yeah, pussy nigga I ain't done with you
Comparing me to peons got me ready to swing on
These niggas typing like they got three arms
I'm getting my G on
Not conversing with niggas I know I'm beyond
At least getting money is something we can agree on
Not about improving and guapin' then why we talking
Walking out her f*cking life just to give her reasons for stalking
All this barking coming from a f*cking Shih Tzu
I'm leaving with more than I came with, a business deal, and your bitch too
Homies trippin' on you best believe I'm gonna trip too
Confident in beating your ass like I'm a big dude
Six two or six three
Niggas better have a couple back up plans
And a bomb shelter if they diss me
Cocky nigga
Walking 'round like I'm a stocky nigga
All about the drama and green that's beef and broccoli nigga
A little cheese and I bet that it ties it all together
Leaving ranch all on your daughter sweater
I'm better