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Curbside at The Ritz Video (MV)




Performed By: Summrs
Language: English
Length: 1:47
Written by: Deante Adam Johnson




Summrs - Curbside at The Ritz Lyrics
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(What do you desire?)
(Ain't a damn thing changed)
Ain't shit changed, yeah
And ain't gon' ever change
Let's be real (yeah)
F*ck 'em (yeah)

I'ma kill 'em with my talent
Nigga wanna beef with me so bad, know I hang with smackers
This bitch really wanna be with me, she know what's happenin'
Nigga know I ride luxury, so take off your shoes when you get in my car
I ride past y'all in traffic, have your bitch in awe
Back then a nigga was trippin', now he hittin' these bitches raw
Now my mindset a lil' different, now I decline your call
Park on the curb, outside the Ritz, tell they ass f*ck it we ball
I beat the state, I'm feeling good, nigga had left me in awe
Pop taught me how to always clean the handprints off my car
Passed by these white people in this bitch and I'm droppin' they jaw
They like, "Damn, how the f*ck that black kid had made it that far?" (Desire)

Set a goal for myself and I did it
Stop mentioning me with them lame-ass niggas
Stay the f*ck out of my business
If I get one of you niggas touched
I ain't claiming I did it
I'ma just be satisfied and keep it kickin'
I ain't hangin' 'round none of these niggas these days
These niggas ain't real
These niggas ain't genuine
Catch me sideline with a bad bitch
With his lil' bitch at the game courtside, then after, I hit it
Yeah, yeah
When I used to walk past 'em, they laughed
Now when I ride past 'em she grinnin', yeah
If I was passin' out albums back then, they would throw it in the trash
Now they listenin'

(Desire)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
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(What do you desire?)
(Ain't a damn thing changed)
Ain't shit changed, yeah
And ain't gon' ever change
Let's be real (yeah)
F*ck 'em (yeah)

I'ma kill 'em with my talent
Nigga wanna beef with me so bad, know I hang with smackers
This bitch really wanna be with me, she know what's happenin'
Nigga know I ride luxury, so take off your shoes when you get in my car
I ride past y'all in traffic, have your bitch in awe
Back then a nigga was trippin', now he hittin' these bitches raw
Now my mindset a lil' different, now I decline your call
Park on the curb, outside the Ritz, tell they ass f*ck it we ball
I beat the state, I'm feeling good, nigga had left me in awe
Pop taught me how to always clean the handprints off my car
Passed by these white people in this bitch and I'm droppin' they jaw
They like, "Damn, how the f*ck that black kid had made it that far?" (Desire)

Set a goal for myself and I did it
Stop mentioning me with them lame-ass niggas
Stay the f*ck out of my business
If I get one of you niggas touched
I ain't claiming I did it
I'ma just be satisfied and keep it kickin'
I ain't hangin' 'round none of these niggas these days
These niggas ain't real
These niggas ain't genuine
Catch me sideline with a bad bitch
With his lil' bitch at the game courtside, then after, I hit it
Yeah, yeah
When I used to walk past 'em, they laughed
Now when I ride past 'em she grinnin', yeah
If I was passin' out albums back then, they would throw it in the trash
Now they listenin'

(Desire)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
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Writer: Deante Adam Johnson
Copyright: Lyrics © SINGLES PUBLISHING, LLC

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