Curious George

Lyrics

[Intro] Uh-huh, okay, kyuh [Verse] Yo, why these bitches in the game gettin' serious for? I was just playin' when I said you look like Curious George I mean, I was in the SL (Uh-huh), ice on the bezel (Okay) I ain't mad at you lil' mama, you a sketel I'm a winner, you that thing that start wit' a S-L Rhyme with a cruiser, end with a r-ra Yup, you're a loser, I am a super star-a F-A-B-O, I do it, like Toccara (F-A-B-O) 'Cause y'all some dylon hoes (Uh-huh) Tryna fuck up my band, I fuck with Nylon holes (Alright) I got the pumps and the bumps (Word), the pumps in the trunk (Okay) In case I gotta spaz and blast you mudda cunt (Blaah) I had to laugh at that one (Uh-huh) Bitch get outta line, I'ma slap the fat one (Oh) I'm such a maniac Where Wayne at? I'm tryna get some brainiac (Oh) I gets down, like when niggas is shootin' (Okay) Mami, I style wild, like when niggas is lootin' Hoes is mad 'cause these hoes is losin' They do a lot of walkin', I do alot of cruisin' Put the top in the back of trunk Take off a shoe, slap a bitch with the back of the pump (Kyuh) I ain't never had a problem givin' bitches the business Pop bitches in the eye like I finished my spinach (Kyuh) I'm a New York broad, spend chips in the village Hopped out the yellow cab, oops, the yellow Jaguar Girls don't like me, guess it's the swagger Don't talk to me 'bout, chicks got skills (No) She's alright, but she's not real Listen big homie, I'm that deal I say, "I body bitches," mean that bitch got killed Riding the baseline, like I'm 'Quil O'Neal [Chorus] Now how many bitches do it take to knock me down? You know bitches gon' hate But I don't give a fuck who you bodied on tape I'm into movin' weight, mami, in and out of state Let's get it now how many bitches do it take to knock me down? You know bitches gon' hate But I don't give a fuck who you bodied on tape I'm into movin' weight, mami, in and out of state Let's get it now