Lyrics Cursed - Frommetoyou.Bo

Ain't get no money that's improper
Watch out for fakes and imposters
The fit on my bitch I just bought her
She want to sin around me I'm cursed
Og at the stove like Betty Crocker
Ops at my concert not concerned
My weed from the island like Caicos's and Turk's
Bitch turn it around let me see it in reverse
She can't take the size she told me don't hurt her
Putting her hands up like she want a high five
She fucked the whole gang she don't like nice guys
Bitch getting the weight up bitch on Popeyes

Fill up my hard drive
It fill up my pockets with dead guys
Got your bitch mesmerized
Pour up another I'm numbing my mind
Plug just brought over a truckload he up a hundred and ain't coming down
Pick up my brother he down to slide on them boys if they running their mouth
Oh
Oh no
I'm faded as fuck but I still made it home
Oh
Oh no
She leaving with me cause I'm smiling with gold
Oh
Oh no
Call a bitch Ms Puff cause she like to blow
Oh
Oh no
Yeah
Speed my shit up I don't like it slow
I got a check you left with none
Bitch on her belly she giving me love
Smoking so much shorty think I'm the plug
But I'm over a bitch when I'm tired and drunk
I still want more won't get ahead of myself though
I was seventeen quarter P two cell phones
Roll to hard and that bitch in a K hole
She mad at Spondivits she can't get no egg roll

Ain't get no money that's improper
Watch out for fakes and imposters
The fit on my bitch I just bought her
She want to sin around me I'm cursed
Og at the stove like Betty Crocker
Ops at my concert not concerned
My weed from the island like Caicos's and Turk's
Bitch turn it around let me see it in reverse