Aye all that flexin for the gram what's the point
Behind closed doors you f*ckin' for a joint
I am no Metro but I still don't trust this hoe
Shawdi beggin' me to cuff I'm sorry baby that's a no
I been exposed she put me out just like a dog on the book
The same hoes hypin' up ya post they in my phone just take a look
I am no Metro but I still don't trust this hoe
Shawdi beggin' me to cuff I'm sorry baby that's a no
I been exposed she put me out just like a dog on the book
The same hoes hypin' up ya post they in my phone just take a look
Catch me on the wrong day I'm like f*ck these hoes
I give em' good dick case closed
Wantin' me to cuff? I'm sorry baby that's a no
She say she like it when we f*ck her friends they tell her that she glow
She tryna get me 'fore I leave before I slide before I go
Say she be checkin out my style she diggin my promo
Say she don't wonder like Steve one thing she know that Ima blow
Say she been f*ckin with the song her favorite one's the On Go
I'm like "Ayyyeee okay fasho" but still baby that's a no
Now days half these hoes don't text back
But when I blow pretty sho won't have a problem with that
To the curb yea I kick you to that
To be honest the shit sad yo predictable ass
Get ya nose out the air ya ain't THAT BAD
You'll throw the pussy soon a nigga throw a lil' cash
If ya ask me that's some shady math
Aye if ya ask me that's some shady math
I get tired of bitches actin all boujee you ain't bad
You'll throw the pussy soon a nigga throw a lil' cash
To the curb yea I kick you TO THAT
Get the f*ck up out my face yo predictable ass
All I do is tell the truth bitch I ain't mad
Get the f*ck up out my face yo predictable ass
To the Curb Yea I kick you TO THAT
Aye to the Curb yea I kick you to that
It be the bitches you don't want that always text back the fastest
If everybody hit the pussy look she probably ain't the baddest
Hit it hard had her singin' like Gladyss
Don't be leavin' evidence don't leave ya hair up on the mattress
Now gone bout ya business I ain't askin
I ain't really got the time for romancin
Wantin' me to spend some money I ain't fancy
I'd rather spend it on myself that's a worthwhile investment
It's a couple of bitches that I done hit
And I ain't never spoken to they ass again
And it's a couple of bitches I never hit
I just can't wait until I pull up in a Benz
And that's when they be like aww shit
They just gone swear that we was meant
I say now that's when they be like aww shit
And Ima hit em' with the Trey Songz you know we can't be friends aye
Two Degrees - 2 the Curb Lyrics
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Aye all that flexin for the gram what's the point
Behind closed doors you f*ckin' for a joint
I am no Metro but I still don't trust this hoe
Shawdi beggin' me to cuff I'm sorry baby that's a no
I been exposed she put me out just like a dog on the book
The same hoes hypin' up ya post they in my phone just take a look
I am no Metro but I still don't trust this hoe
Shawdi beggin' me to cuff I'm sorry baby that's a no
I been exposed she put me out just like a dog on the book
The same hoes hypin' up ya post they in my phone just take a look
Catch me on the wrong day I'm like f*ck these hoes
I give em' good dick case closed
Wantin' me to cuff? I'm sorry baby that's a no
She say she like it when we f*ck her friends they tell her that she glow
She tryna get me 'fore I leave before I slide before I go
Say she be checkin out my style she diggin my promo
Say she don't wonder like Steve one thing she know that Ima blow
Say she been f*ckin with the song her favorite one's the On Go
I'm like "Ayyyeee okay fasho" but still baby that's a no
Now days half these hoes don't text back
But when I blow pretty sho won't have a problem with that
To the curb yea I kick you to that
To be honest the shit sad yo predictable ass
Get ya nose out the air ya ain't THAT BAD
You'll throw the pussy soon a nigga throw a lil' cash
If ya ask me that's some shady math
Aye if ya ask me that's some shady math
I get tired of bitches actin all boujee you ain't bad
You'll throw the pussy soon a nigga throw a lil' cash
To the curb yea I kick you TO THAT
Get the f*ck up out my face yo predictable ass
All I do is tell the truth bitch I ain't mad
Get the f*ck up out my face yo predictable ass
To the Curb Yea I kick you TO THAT
Aye to the Curb yea I kick you to that
It be the bitches you don't want that always text back the fastest
If everybody hit the pussy look she probably ain't the baddest
Hit it hard had her singin' like Gladyss
Don't be leavin' evidence don't leave ya hair up on the mattress
Now gone bout ya business I ain't askin
I ain't really got the time for romancin
Wantin' me to spend some money I ain't fancy
I'd rather spend it on myself that's a worthwhile investment
It's a couple of bitches that I done hit
And I ain't never spoken to they ass again
And it's a couple of bitches I never hit
I just can't wait until I pull up in a Benz
And that's when they be like aww shit
They just gone swear that we was meant
I say now that's when they be like aww shit
And Ima hit em' with the Trey Songz you know we can't be friends aye
Behind closed doors you f*ckin' for a joint
I am no Metro but I still don't trust this hoe
Shawdi beggin' me to cuff I'm sorry baby that's a no
I been exposed she put me out just like a dog on the book
The same hoes hypin' up ya post they in my phone just take a look
I am no Metro but I still don't trust this hoe
Shawdi beggin' me to cuff I'm sorry baby that's a no
I been exposed she put me out just like a dog on the book
The same hoes hypin' up ya post they in my phone just take a look
Catch me on the wrong day I'm like f*ck these hoes
I give em' good dick case closed
Wantin' me to cuff? I'm sorry baby that's a no
She say she like it when we f*ck her friends they tell her that she glow
She tryna get me 'fore I leave before I slide before I go
Say she be checkin out my style she diggin my promo
Say she don't wonder like Steve one thing she know that Ima blow
Say she been f*ckin with the song her favorite one's the On Go
I'm like "Ayyyeee okay fasho" but still baby that's a no
Now days half these hoes don't text back
But when I blow pretty sho won't have a problem with that
To the curb yea I kick you to that
To be honest the shit sad yo predictable ass
Get ya nose out the air ya ain't THAT BAD
You'll throw the pussy soon a nigga throw a lil' cash
If ya ask me that's some shady math
Aye if ya ask me that's some shady math
I get tired of bitches actin all boujee you ain't bad
You'll throw the pussy soon a nigga throw a lil' cash
To the curb yea I kick you TO THAT
Get the f*ck up out my face yo predictable ass
All I do is tell the truth bitch I ain't mad
Get the f*ck up out my face yo predictable ass
To the Curb Yea I kick you TO THAT
Aye to the Curb yea I kick you to that
It be the bitches you don't want that always text back the fastest
If everybody hit the pussy look she probably ain't the baddest
Hit it hard had her singin' like Gladyss
Don't be leavin' evidence don't leave ya hair up on the mattress
Now gone bout ya business I ain't askin
I ain't really got the time for romancin
Wantin' me to spend some money I ain't fancy
I'd rather spend it on myself that's a worthwhile investment
It's a couple of bitches that I done hit
And I ain't never spoken to they ass again
And it's a couple of bitches I never hit
I just can't wait until I pull up in a Benz
And that's when they be like aww shit
They just gone swear that we was meant
I say now that's when they be like aww shit
And Ima hit em' with the Trey Songz you know we can't be friends aye
Writer: Jonathan Curry
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid