Cam'ron Curve Lyrics

Curve lyrics

Now I told shorty to curve! she like curve? I'm like curve! she like what that mean I'm like that mean geta way from me ya breath stink you herd a tick tacks curve man gett outta here if big pun was alive he'd tell you to go that way curve


From equador extra raw repitwar like the reservoir few bretta scars get ya neck ajared
Respect ya paw don't believe better call I need a fre fre fre freak I mean a tramp ma and my dick you can lick like a stamp ugh and ya back you can arch like a ramp ma geta helmet you about to get ran hard I'm rambo camando comacho ya disappear vamanose vato got doe gwap hoe shots go ratt ratt taat how could he not kno louie socks tho you can see the logo and I chop blo blo no homo shoot out in the woods no po po he wired the deal a no go yo I get dough tho he a no show I'm so high high in the low low I ain't gotta addressbut yo I gota get dressed come watch a mobster get fresh lennon and ostrich
On deck I kno ya'll wish that them shots woulda shot me to death but that's because me you a mummy I'm out to get flesh dummy money bustin outta my socksand my sweats get cash but alota my gwaps in a check


Ugh that's my word if homie actin obsurred and he sorta like a bird then tell tha dude to curve girls to if she gettin on ya nerves and she gota
Lota nerve then tell the girl to curve


'curve nigga no curve trick
'curve nigga no curve trick
'curve nigga no curve trick
'curve nigga no curve trick


Yo damn cam why they startin wars forced in garden kitchen parkay floors lil nymphs watch them whores slide em to the crib right in side her ribs right outside her ribs right inside her chips please stop watchin me look diamonds
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Around her wrist house behind the cliffs left her equalivent ta 600 dimes of pif off the window menu I'm from a diferent venue these nike's don't ask discontinued must miscontinue one clip will end you please stop watchin me I
Can't front baby girl I'm something to watch I ask you one thing girl you comin or not I make sugar melt you don't need killa help my doors are suicde bitch go kill ya self since ya feel ya self now id love to steal ya health please
Stop watchin me chea I kno alota ya'll hatin wanna clap me still listen good I don't care how you actually feel cause I'm actually real for real wrapped in steal and the roof open up like a happy meal get a steal grip you won't feel
Shit we move single file like we on a field trip get ya permisson slip can you vision it empty the gun son put in a different clip ugh


That's my word if homie actin obsurred and he sorta like a bird then tell tha dude to curve girls to if she gettin on ya nerves and she gota
Lota nerve then tell the girl to curve


'curve nigga no curve trick
'curve nigga no curve trick
'curve nigga no curve trick
'curve nigga no curve trick


Ya'll kno what it is harlem aye yo hood I'm a get you some publishing on this one dog hundred 40th harlem you kno what it is persona

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