T. Mills - Cure In My Cup Lyrics

Lyrics Cure In My Cup - T. Mills



I got, I got the cure in my cup (Heyyy)
I got, I got the cure in my cup
Girls got me rushing with the pussy got me hungry
I like my hoes flexible
In my mouth like gum bitch
Speaking at a gun speed
They don't know what hit 'em
They keep coming back for more and that's when I just quit em'
I talk on my phone just so she'll leave me alone
Just because we fuck doesn't mean I'll take you home
Hoe you got to go
Hoe you got to go
Cause I do my own thing and if you didn't now you know
I sit back and smoke kill
Life is fucking short, that's why I live for thrills
Eyes hella pale
Favorites with me still
I know i I'm not perfect this is just how I deal
Comin' hella heavy with a secret
Cure in my cup and I'm about to drink it, drink it
Everything's better when I'm leanin'
I've figured this shit out, so now I will be screamin'
Show me a good time
I wanna feel like this all night
I got, I got, I got the cure in my cup
We got bitches in the back
Yea, they throw their hands up
We flyin' while we drivin'
We don't give a fuck
I got the cure in my cup
I got, I got the cure in my cup
I hang out late with girls from different states
They're cool for a night but not the type I would date
They give me weed, so I guess I'm down to kick it
And they swear they don't but I know they wanna picture
Blow it in they face if they don't wanna hit it
Cause I'm hittin' everything bitch, I'm in the triple digits
Cold hard cash money chillin in the fridge's
I don't have a bank account, I just keep it in my kitchen
I do shit different, better then you thought I would
I can't even think right now, even though I probably should
I'm with the futuristic, timeless
I'ma break her back, break her back, spineless
But if tonight takes a turn for the worst, the cure in my cup's gunna quench my thirst
Ya, you got in the party but you showed up first
I showed up late with good times to disperse
Show me a good time
I wanna feel like this all night
I got, I got, I got the cure in my cup
We got bitches in the back
Yea, they throw there hands up
We flyin' what we drivin'?
We don't give a fuck
I got the cure in my cup
I got, I got the cure in my cup
Don't forget, don't forget the rest
I won't forget, I won't forget the rest of me
I let it get, I let it get the best of me
Comin' hella heavy with a secret
Cure in my cup and I'm about to drink it
Everything better when I'm leanin'
I've figured this shit out, so now I will be screamin'
Show me a good time
I wanna feel like this all night
I got, I got, I got the cure in my cup
We got bitches in the back
Yea, they throw there hands up
We flyin, what we drivin'?
We don't give a fuck
I got the cure in my cup
I got, I got the cure in my cup
(X2)



Writer(s): Schwartz Alex, Khajadourian Joe, Mills Travis Tatum


T. Mills - Ready, Fire, Aim!
Album Ready, Fire, Aim!
date of release
28-09-2010




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