Thot Curse lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, I wanna hear this sh*t in all the mother f*ckin' clubs, you know what I'm sayin'?
I wanna see all the bad b*tches just shakin' they ass to this sh*t, you know what I'm sayin'?
John Gabbana
(I ain't finna tell you how Ry got away with this sh*t)

[Verse 1]
Jump back, hunch back, show you what that pump like
Oh, he gotta strap too? This gon' be a gun fight
This gon' be a fun night, this here boy that stunt life
f*ck it, I got one life, a pus*y n*gga get one strike
It ain't nothing, I know you social media n*ggas bluffing
You the type to hear some bubble wrap popping and get to ducking
Call my choppa big bad wolf 'cause that b*tch get to huffin' puffin'
She can't sit 'round John Gabbana unless that b*tch sucking, sucking
Bend over and show somethin'
Make a n*gga throw somethin'
Play with me, I know somethin'
Click clack, let you hold somethin'
Checked the time and it's 4 somethin'
Grab a bottle, n*gga pour somethin'
I'ma di*k her down 'til I break somethin'
Come here baby, let me taste somethin'

[Chorus]
See pretty b*tches in the club
But which one gon' let me f*ck?
In my blicky you know I trust
Off the Remy, I feel like Russ
n*gga broke, he a sitting duck
Hollows hit like a semi truck
Take a b*tch back to the bricks
Hit her with the pickle, no Rick
Couple shots in, I'm lit
Throw a lil' money, we lit
Whatever they with, we with
b*tch, let me see you jump on this di*k
Gabbana make the pus*y drip
Damn n*gga, you pus*y whipped
If he play than then that pus*y killed
Better shave, I like my pus*y silk

[Verse 2]
Ain't nothing sweet, but I'ma star and my f*cking Glock burst
Before we start exchanging names, I want some f*cking top first
She wanna swallow all my kids, I call that sh*t the thot thirst
You f*ck her raw then have a kid, I call that sh*t the thot curse
Timmy turn on Tina
Gomez, no Selena
Credit card fraud, no Visa
Puerto Rican b*tch, my Nina
She f*cked in the back of the Beamer
After she f*ck, she clean up
n*gga want smoke, let's link up
n*gga not broke, let's drink up
I say let's turn up the party
'Bout time to get some sh*t started
I'ma tweak if I pop a molly
I feel like I'm Ricky Bobby
I like when she call me papi
This ain't a Perc, this an Oxy
I'm pimping, not talking Scotty
They say I'm goated, I'm godly
Don't wanna f*ck, b*tch, hit the door
Matter fact, b*tch, just give me throat
Yeah I got money, but I want more
Try to rob me, get a tag on yo' toe
Nut in my b*tch, I'm like oh
Diamonds be hitting, like woah
Know I gotta walk with that stick, like patrol
Don't make me take ya' soul

[Chorus]
See pretty b*tches in the club
But which one gon' let me f*ck?
In my blicky you know I trust
Off the Remy, I feel like Russ
n*gga broke, he a sitting duck
Hollows hit like a semi truck
Take a b*tch back to the bricks
Hit her with the pickle, no Rick
Couple shots in, I'm lit
Throw a lil' money, we lit
Whatever they with, we with
b*tch, let me see you jump on this di*k
Gabbana make the pus*y drip
Damn n*gga, you pus*y whipped
If he play than then that pus*y killed
Better shave, I like my pus*y silk

[Outro]
John Gabbana, n*gga
This the mother f*ckin' thot curse