Curfew Lyrics – TANASOHUNNIT
Singer: TANASOHUNNIT
Title: Curfew
12 o’clock my brothers stalking at yo door
Theses n#gg#s hoes they brake the code
And theses hoes gone play they role
12 o’clock post at that store get dem’ sales then gotta go
I catch any opp n#gg# #ss gone put dem’ b#tches till his throat
’cause i can’t let n#gg# take me
Mama ion going out like that
b#tch i was wilding out my body, when they took my n#gg# scrap
Don’t post my ponta on the gram
’cause if they diss then that’s a hat
12 o’clock my brothers stalking at yo door
Theses n#gg#s hoes they brake the code
And thesеs hoes gone play they rolе
12 o’clock post at that store get dem’ sales then gotta go
I catch any opp n#gg# #ss gone put dem’ b#tches till his throat
’cause i can’t let n#gg# take me
Mama ion going out like that
b#tch i was wilding out my body, when they took my n#gg# scrap
Don’t post my ponta on the gram
’cause if they diss then that’s a hat
Cause if they diss then that’s hat boy yo #ss going worldwide
Rather get up on him closed like, we gave that boy a high five
So no we ain’t doing drive by’s
Got a drum up on this b#tch, gone think a n#gg# work for popeyes
If you in the f#kkin’ streets my n#gg# yea, you gotta beat the odds
n#gg#s lying
n#gg#s cappin’ on the f#kkin gram
They ain’t one of mines
I can’t hang wit a b#tch n#gg#, a rat n#gg#, gotta move around
Best believe we splint yo f#kkin’ block back like megaron
12 o’clock my brothers stalking at yo door
Theses n#gg#s hoes they brake the code
And theses hoes gone play they role
12 o’clock post at that store get dem’ sales then gotta go
I catch any opp n#gg# #ss gone put dem’ b#tches till his throat
’cause i can’t let n#gg# take me
Mama ion going out like that
b#tch i was wilding out my body, when they took my n#gg# scrap
Don’t post my ponta on the gram
’cause if they diss then that’s a hat
12 o’clock my brothers stalking at yo door
Theses n#gg#s hoes they brake the code
And theses hoes gone play they role
12 o’clock post at that store get dem’ sales then gotta go
I catch any opp n#gg# #ss gone put dem’ b#tches till his throat
’cause i can’t let n#gg# take me
Mama ion going out like that
b#tch i was wilding out my body, when they took my n#gg# scrap
Don’t post my ponta on the gram
’cause if they diss then that’s a hat
He talk to much like b#tch i guess that n#gg# tired of living
You rather feel the f#kkin 40. or you rather feel the glizzy (omg!!)
And we ain’t shooting from no distance
f#ck all that talkin’ come get at me
I let that cutter do the kissin’
This b#tch was dirty so i had to wash a n#gg# like some dishes
That n#gg# lying he don’t get active
The only time when he get active is when he talkin’ in dem’ captions
I guess i’m back up in my dirty ways
I get to start thinking backwards
Gotta play my deck up in a better way
12 o’clock my brothers stalking at yo door
Theses n#gg#s hoes they brake the code
And theses hoes gone play they role
12 o’clock post at that store get dem’ sales then gotta go
I catch any opp n#gg# #ss gone put dem’ b#tches till his throat
’cause i can’t let n#gg# take me
Mama ion going out like that
b#tch i was wilding out my body, when they took my n#gg# scrap
Don’t post my ponta on the gram
’cause if they diss then that’s a hat
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