Curse - Bass Santana&XXXTENTACION&Coolie Cut

Hey check my resumé
To Bass be the glory
My dick go hard eight eight
True facts ayy ayy
Check my clock I can't stop
F**k around make my 40 pop
No Popcaan I pop pistols
Revenge my body clothing no issue
Makes you look sick you need a tissue
You drop a body I just might bless you
I'm metrosexual no high cholesterol
Where Jenny Craig b***h let's get sexual
Why the f**k I'd ever lie
P***y n***a bet that pistol part of your disguise
I could see it in your eyes
Runnin' from the reaper f**k I'm not afraid to die
B***hes creepin' on my line
Got my main upset these hoes I f**ked and left behind
Need at least two at a time
Moved to foreign took it over lost my f**kin' mind
Instigatin's why I don't trust these b***hes
Gangbang for fame fake hitta
I ain't never seen squad with ya
I don't need a savior f**k the faith
Cop myself an ounce and work the weight
Seen the babylon around the way
Who the f**k they catchin' not today
Ridin' 'round with sinners flyin' on a nimbus
Spot a n***a slippin' hold on
Roll down the window yo
Oh
Hit 'em with the f**kin' tec
Hit 'em where it hurt n***a make it work
I'ma make her squirt n***a I do dirt
N***a I'ma merc put 'em in the earth
Pay me for the verse put 'em in a hearse
Gotta finish first I just did my first
Protect me from my curse
Ay yo b***h
B***h b***h I put in work spittin' with a curse
Wouldn't be the first how much is you worth
Sell you to a merch I just wanna f**k
I don't wanna flirt why your feelings hurt
Cha cha slide all in that p***y
How you doin' love Let's go make a movie
Body lookin' good when you dress in Gucci
Love the chicken breast bitin' on your booty
Ridin' 'round with sinners hm flyin' on a nimbus
Spot a n***a slippin' hold on roll down the window yo
Lick