Curse Lyrics - Xxxtentacion

[Intro: XXXTENTACION] 

Hey check my resume 

To bass be the glory 

My dick go hard, A 

True facts, ayy ayy 

[Verse 1: XXXTENTACION] 

Check my clock, I can't stop 

Fuck around, make my 40 pop 

No popcorn, I pop pistols 

Revenge my body, clothing no issue 

Makes you look sick, you need a tissue 

You drop a body, I just might bless you 

I met [?], no high cholesterol 

Where Jenny Craig? Bitch let's get sexual 

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[Verse 2: ] 

Why the fuck I'd ever lie? 

Pussy nigga bet that pistol party of the skies 

I could see it in your eyes 

Runnin' from the reaper, fuck I'm not afraid to die 

Bitches creepin' on my line 

Got my main upset, these hos I fucked and left behind 

Need at least two at a time 

[?] foreign, took it over, lost my fuckin' mind 

Instigatin's why I don't trust these bitch 

Two-faced and lame ass nigga 

Gangbang for fame fake hitta 

I ain't never seen squad wit' ya 

I don't need to save ya fuck the [?] 

Caught myself an ounce and worth the wait 

Seen the Bobby lyin' around the way 

Who the fuck they catchin'? Not today 

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[Chorus: ] 

Ridin' 'round with sinnas, flyin' on the nimbas 

Spider niggas slippin', hold on, roll down the window 

Low-key schemin', leave his momma screamin' 

Curse these demons, lord, curse these demons 

[Verse 3: Kin$oul] 

Hit you with the fuckin' tac 

Hit 'em where it hurt, nigga make it work 

I'ma make her squirt, nigga I do dirt 

Nigga I'ma merc, put 'em in the earth 

Pay me for the verse, put 'em in a hearse 

Gotta finish first, I just did my first 

Protect me from my curse 

[Verse 4: ] 

Bitch I put in work, spittin' with a curse 

Wouldn't be the first, how much is you worth? 

Sell you to a merch, I just wanna fuck 

I don't wanna flirt, why your feelings hurt? 

Cha cha slide, all in that pussy 

How you doin' love? Let's go make a movie 

God you lookin' good, [?] you dressed in Gucci 

Love the chicken breast, bitin' on yo' booty 

[Chorus: ] 

Ridin' 'round with sinnas, flyin' on the nimbas 

Spider niggas slippin', hold on, roll down the window 

Low-key schemin', leave his momma screamin' 

Curse these demons, lord, curse these demons